Ok, Hello Everyone! I am new here.
I read most of the comments, I did not read them all, so I apologize in advance if this was already said.
Irritation, anger and rage are very different. I have experience them all, numerous times. That said, BPD rage is different. I am going to give you an inside look at my experience. I am also going to paraphase loosely some other peoples information for ease and clarity. I am also going to put them on a 1-10 scale of where I would personally rate them on an anger scale.
Irritation/Annoyance: We have all felt this. The supermarket line was a good example. 2.5/10
Anger: Physiological changes like jaw clenching, etc. (I liked the example the guys previously used.) 5/10
Rage: Loss of control of your anger. Instability, and impaired reasoning due to emotional overwhelming. 8/10
Obviously these are all on a spectrum, but that is how I would rate them normally.
There are 2 things in my experience that are unique to BPD.
I have BPD raged numerous times as well, and it does not fit these feelings. It is completely different. It scares people. It shifts rooms.
As the person who experienced this, I can tell you my feelings at the time:
Everything was normal, then something was said. Did I hear that right? "What?..."
Everything stops. (Brain going into Hyperdrive) How to react? What just happened? He spit in our face...
Trigger Warning(Violence)
At this moment, Something inside is screaming danger! The path in our brain that the instance is linked to is out of our control. I was unstoppable.
Before I knew it I had them slammed through a wall with their feet dangling. They disrespected me, they assaulted me, and they threatened me. I logically understood that he was a kid. I logically understood that he was a troubled child just like me. It didn't matter. What he did triggered my specific reaction to that situation. The abuse I suffered was humiliation, physical abuse, sexual abuse, neglect, instability. Him spitting on me was a trigger of disrespect and humiliation. Him and I have no issues now, but this was a long time ago.
This reaction is out of context of what many people with bpd may experience, as I am on the more extreme end. Violence was how I was raised. Please do not think that violence is a normal, or acceptable action with or without BPD.
The Second thing. Splitting
I will tell you what it feels like. and what I have been told it looks like. First, the looks. Consistently people have told me that when i get angry, after a certain point, i go blank. (Blank look on face, no emotion, cold seething hatred, disdain, or any number of descriptions have been applied) This is also something that I can feel.
At this point, when I go "Blank"
This is another shift feeling for me. Of something shifting. The intensity is dependent on the relationship. The last person I split from was my best friend of 25 years. He threatened by job security, my livelihood. Something I never thought he would do. The betrayal was massive! My soul was torn into shreds. The pain of that betrayal was lightning fast, and the rage came instantly. I let go, and launched into full on attack mode arguing(Verbal disagreement, not physical) with him. Him and I have never had a fight in 25 years. But he had never betrayed me like this before. My best friend. I cried, I yelled, I stomped, and paced. But I would not put this into a bpd rage category, just a normal rage. Something happened during the argument that was the final straw. How could he betray me like this? I dont even remember what it was he said, but when he said it, it was like the final confirmation. The argument was me voicing my pain and showing my feelings. That means that it can still be fixed. (We should have taken some time apart before trying to hash it out) Once he said, "Insert whatever you want here, it was personal trigger related." It was a shift feeling. (Kind of like the sound pneumatic tubes make when a tube arrives). I no longer cared. I couldn't afford to. With my emotional sensitivity, losing my best friend would kill me. not just my best friend, but the guy who was my safe place away from home. The guy who taught me everything good in my life. I put up a barrier. He could see it. The sadness in his eyes when he realized it is one of my greatest regrets. He recognized that our friendship was over in that moment. And I didn't care. I couldn't. If the only person who has ever made me feel safe and ok was about to reject me, then I'm gonna die. I cant handle that. {Brain: Shut off all emotion for Best Friend. He is going to hurt us.}
This is the best way I can describe it from my point of view. I hope this helps people who deal with BPD sufferers on a daily basis. The best advice I can give, is to be clear. Set clear boundries. Don't say things you don't mean. We can tell. Don't lie, we can tell. Don't feed the emotions. Arguing with a calm person is difficult. Listen to us, and make us feel valid.
The best way I can describe it in a metaphorical nutshell is like, standing on the beach. Normal people will stand at the edge of the water, and dip their toes in, or maybe wade a bit. Some further will go chest deep. And rarer still, are the ones that swim. Suffering from BPD is like being caught in the undertow. We are just struggling to stay alive even though we are drowning in emotions. Everything is turned up to 100/10.