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'My daughter lives with Borderline Personality Disorder. This is what I want you to know.'

Content warning: This post deals with mental health issues and could be triggering for some readers.

The author of this story is known to Mamamia but has chosen to remain anonymous for privacy reasons.

Borderline Personality Disorder is in the news again.

Not in a good way. 

It never is.

Amber Heard has ‘histrionic and borderline personality disorders’, the headlines scream. She has ‘grossly exaggerated symptoms of PTSD’.

My heart sinks.

Here we go again...

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Turning those living with BPD into monsters. I’ve lived with BPD. Not personally. But as the mother of a daughter with this condition. And I can tell you that no one suffers in this situation more than she does. But nobody seems to care.

BPD is not even named properly.

They called it 'Borderline' because sufferers have so many symptoms of other personality disorders: Anxiety, depression, mood swings, even psychosis. That is to say, they couldn’t work out what it actually was.

It’s not even a personality disorder, really. It’s a complete inability to regulate oneself emotionally.

It should be called Emotional Dysregulation Disorder. But the medical profession hasn’t paid enough attention to bother to categorise it properly.

It took years to get a proper diagnosis for my daughter. Even afterwards, doctors would insist she had ‘bipolar’ or ‘schizophrenia’. That’s how little understood or investigated it is.


Classic symptoms include fear of abandonment, unstable relationships, shifting self-image, impulsive and self-destructive behaviours, self-harm, extreme emotional swings, chronic feelings of emptiness, feeling out of touch with reality, and explosive anger.

However, it’s a misconception that this explosive anger is always directed at others. 

My daughter directed it internally. Punishing herself. Imagine the suffering! Never being able to find lasting peace or happiness. Except in the most fleeting of moments. Or with chemical assistance.



Losing yourself in sex addictions.

Always tempting.

I was there in the trenches when everything went pear-shaped. Often the only one. When the psychosis overcame her. When the gremlins in her head demanded she do the worst things to herself. 

There were weeks I was too scared to go to the toilet.

Months I was worried what I’d find when I came home from work. My hand paused on the doorknob. Unwilling to force myself across the threshold. In case I found my worst nightmare come true.

Years when I was woken by calls in the middle of the night. When I’d have to drive to some far-flung location to rescue my daughter from others. From herself.

And she didn’t even tell us everything. Even as she struggled to survive, she tried to protect us. No monster at all.

We had to fight for a diagnosis. For treatment. For her to be admitted to hospital when she was suicidal.

BPD is one of the most difficult conditions to manage. Nothing worked 100 per cent. CBT therapy wasn’t the god-send promised, but it was the only one on offer. My car boot filled up with so many medications, I felt like a drug-dealer. Because I couldn’t keep them in the house. I learned that lesson early on.

I suffered along with her.

Watching her ongoing struggles. Feeling her inner pain. Picking up on her powerful desire to put an end to the thoughts which tormented her. There was only one obvious solution.

I was blamed for her condition by a volunteer at a BPD charity when I reached out for help. Because, as a close family member, it must be my fault. That’s what many have decided. Although the scientific studies in this area are scant, as dealing with BPD sufferers can be exhausting.


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Our family broke.

My other child left home early on because it all got too much. Of course it did. And my daughter doesn’t speak to me anymore. Because that’s what happens sometimes when you love someone with BPD. Because I didn’t feed her fantasies. Instead, tried to be the steady hand at the wheel. Keep her ship on course. When what she wanted was to abandon ship.

I miss her a lot. She brought a lot of joy into my life, along with the misery.

But I accept she needs to traverse these rocky seas without me now.

I'm glad that she finally can do it on her own. I'm happy she has found an inner circle that ‘gets’ her. I'm proud of how hard she has worked to build some kind of life for herself.

More than anything, I wish for her to experience a world in which BPD is not demonised. Where sufferers are not treated as pariahs. Where her symptoms are not dismissed as ‘hysteria’. Where she doesn’t have to fight to be heard.

To be supported. To even be admitted to basic medical care. Where society recognises that BPD is not a problem with someone’s personality, but the cruellest of tortures. Inescapable. As the torturer is yourself. 

Surely we can find some compassion as a society for those who suffer with this horrific condition?

If you think you may be experiencing depression or another mental health problem, please contact your general practitioner. If you're based in Australia, 24-hour support is available through Lifeline on 13 11 14 or beyondblue on 1300 22 4636.

If you, or a young person you know, is struggling with symptoms of mental illness please contact your local headspace centre here or chat to them online,   here. If you are over the age of 25 and suffering from symptoms of mental illness, please contact your local GP for a Mental Health Assessment Plan or call Lifeline Australia on 13 11 14.

Kid's Helpline is also available on 1800 551 800.

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