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PDAnnie2610
Waiting for my bus.
- Oct 27, 2019
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It's been something that's been eating at me over the last month. During one of my work shifts, one colleague who used to work as a psychiatric nurse commented that patients with borderline personality are manipulative and attention seeking. That they only make shallow cuts and didn't really want to die.
This is the nth time I've heard that comment. For someone who struggled so much with feeling that having this diagnosis was my fault, I find it hard to see myself being able to deal with my "checkered past" with this condition. This is the 5th year I've walked away from treatment because nothing can take away the rage, sense of helplessness and the never ending firefighting that I seem to have to grapple with, from childhood hurts to feeling trapped by things that happen. The sense of ambivalence, and the desire to keep trying to lead a fuller life, and trying to survive in a society that does not perceive mental health issues as disabilities has been difficult.
I can't stop crying tonight, but I'm hanging on because I can't go now. And I'm trying to convince myself to accept that when I do board the bus, I'll be alone.
I feel flawed for having BPD. I wish very much that I can be euthanised, just like other animals. It just seems unfair to force someone to live, and yet deny them opportunities because they are not good enough.
I've encountered instances of being denied treatment when brought to triage when I was suicidal and depressed once my diagnosis was known. I do not know how to articulate how those situations made me feel.
Tonight is one of those rare nights I cry because I've been keeping it all in. My fears, loneliness and despair.. and wondering why I can't have a lobotomy so that I need not be so sad anymore.
This is the nth time I've heard that comment. For someone who struggled so much with feeling that having this diagnosis was my fault, I find it hard to see myself being able to deal with my "checkered past" with this condition. This is the 5th year I've walked away from treatment because nothing can take away the rage, sense of helplessness and the never ending firefighting that I seem to have to grapple with, from childhood hurts to feeling trapped by things that happen. The sense of ambivalence, and the desire to keep trying to lead a fuller life, and trying to survive in a society that does not perceive mental health issues as disabilities has been difficult.
I can't stop crying tonight, but I'm hanging on because I can't go now. And I'm trying to convince myself to accept that when I do board the bus, I'll be alone.
I feel flawed for having BPD. I wish very much that I can be euthanised, just like other animals. It just seems unfair to force someone to live, and yet deny them opportunities because they are not good enough.
I've encountered instances of being denied treatment when brought to triage when I was suicidal and depressed once my diagnosis was known. I do not know how to articulate how those situations made me feel.
Tonight is one of those rare nights I cry because I've been keeping it all in. My fears, loneliness and despair.. and wondering why I can't have a lobotomy so that I need not be so sad anymore.