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Post 3: Psycho-label-fable..

My recent diagnosis of BPD is just one link of a very long chain of mental illness that began when I was a child, pervaded my youth and has led me to numerous breakdowns and suicide attempts. Last year I was finally given the PDQ8 test for personality disorders and scored fairly high in areas suggesting a borderline diagnosis. I haven’t taken to the news of my new label very well, and its something that has struck me when reading other blogs and twitter feeds from people who also have similar diagnoses – how the “label” makes them feel as a person. If you think about it, all the diagnosis means is that I have a name for a set of behaviours that I have been displaying for many years that have been deeply unhelpful to me and damaging to my relationships with people that I care for. I’ve known about these quirks for a long time, so why do they now feel such a big deal now that a doctor has put a name to them? This is something that I’ve been discussing with my therapist for some time and it seems to boil down to one thing… shame. BPD is not a “trendy” mental illness like anxiety or bipolar, neither is it something that has “celebrity” cache. There isn’t currently a Stephen Fry of BPD, willing to champion the illness and its sufferers. I’m not for one moment saying that either bipolar or anxiety are nice or unimportant, but personality disorders are very much the poor cousin of mental illness, even amongst the medical profession. They aren’t something that can be medicated for, they are complex (as personalities are) and often make the sufferer unresponsive to suggestion, making for a frustrating practitioner/patient interaction. Anything where defect or damage to personality is concerned sets alarm bells ringing for most people. What’s wrong with that person? Are they a psychopath? Are they dangerous? The articles in newspapers and the language used in books on the subject aren’t helpful either as they paint sufferers as manipulative, conniving emotional abusers who are irrevocably damaged. Many books, written by psychologist, psychiatrists and self-help “gurus” (lord save us from those) often write from the point of view of the family and friends of the sufferer and describe how to “survive” a relationship with a “borderline” (nice use of labelling there). An article in the Guardian of all places (a liberal newspaper for those that don’t know) recently ran an article from an American self-help author entitled ‘ How to spot if you work with someone with a personality disorder’. It went on to perform character assassination on an entire medical cohort and encouraged office workers to effectively diagnose their colleagues so they can avoid being manipulated and damaged by them. This shocked my to my core and thankfully sparked a backlash that resulted in the article being taken down and a retraction being issued. The worrying fact is that this point of view is the norm, it is the common belief about BPD and personality disorders in general. It’s my experience that people with the condition are over sensitive, quick to temper and are clingy and needy, but they are also brave, loving, empathic, helpful and kind. Since taking to twitter to meet other people with the condition I have seen a great many examples of the best of Humanity and the depth of suffering that BPD causes-not to wider public, but to the sufferer themselves. The self-doubt, the fear of being abandoned, the sense of worthlessness, the guilt about their behaviour and the shame that the label has given them. I feel all of these things too, and want nothing more that to give all fellow sufferers a collective hug of acceptance, to tell them all that it will be alright and that someone understands. When the world doesn’t understand us, or seems unable to accept us, it comes down to us to accept each other and give each other the comfort and validation that we crave and need. What people need to understand is that we are the same as everyone else, we just feel things more intensely, both the positives and negatives. We love more intensely, need more intensely and this ultimately is what makes us depressed lonely and misunderstood. In the work environment we are more likely to be worrying that we’ve upset someone than be manipulating our colleagues. The description of the scheming manipulator is of the sociopath, a person that feels nothing for people and has intense self interest. BPD sufferers are the opposite of this, we care far too much for others, often to the detriment of ourselves.

While I dislike the whole celebrity figurehead culture around mental illness, I can’t deny that it has raised the profile of illnesses like bipolar, anxiety and depression. Maybe it is time for a celebrity champion for BPD. A Stephen Fry for personality disorders? Maybe it could work….

Therapy Journey: An Introduction

This is a fantastic idea, and will be really useful to anyone going through the therapeutic process.

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This is the first post in what I hope will be a series. I have decided to document my journey with therapy. I wanted to record each stage of my therapy journey, not only to inform others, but also as a memory aid for myself.

I have currently been waiting for this most recent therapy referral for nearly two years. I have already had to go through a few different stages that I will put into their own blog posts.

In order to get this current therapy referral I had to convince my psychiatrist that it was necessary. I have also gone through an assessment for one type of talking therapy with a different service where I was refused treatment due to the complexity of my illness. This meant I had to go back and be referred again to another different service.

In these blogs I hope to share my…

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The difficult second post..

Well, its BPD awareness month, and to top that this week is mental health awareness week (they should do a calendar of these, theres so many of em).. I thought for my second entry that I should say something about my association with BPD and mental health issues as a way of explaining just why I’ve created this blog.

Firstly I should say that me saying any of this in no way qualifies me or makes me any more knowledgable than anyone else, this isnt a competition or a comparing scars contest. I just think that theres a lot of people now talking about mental illness and becoming self-styled guru’s on the subject (which is fine by the way – the more people talking the better), the idea of people reading this just makes me slightly nervous (stage fright I suppose).

Secondly I should say that I’m not looking for sympathy of any kind. Lots of people are far worse off than me, and I’m not trying to change the world. I’m just relaying my experience.

And thirdly I should say that mental illness is horrible. Horrible in ways that peope who have no experience of it for themselves can possibly understand. Depression and anxiety have ways of messing a life up in ways that very little else can achieve, and its a gift that keeps on giving too. BPD is its own little demon, with a good proportion of those affected going on to kill themselves and the remainder having reduced their expected lifespans. Officially I have recurrent depressive illness with dysthymia, emotional regulation issues and a generalized anxiety disorder cherry on top. I take a small cocktail of venlafaxine with a mirtazopine chaser each day to keep my spirits up and am seeing a therapist each week, as well as a community care coordinator (dialectic behaviour therapy nurse) and a psychiatrist. I’ve recently been tested (PDQ4) for personality disorders and scored fairly high on the borderline, anxious attachment, paranoid and a few other sections. According to the DSM-IV manual this makes me a pretty good candidate for Borderline personality disorder (emotional regulation issues to be a bit kinder). I don’t know why, but getting this diagnosis has changed everything. I’ve had depression my whole life, but knowing about the BPD is like finding out that I was adopted or something. I think I’m a pretty clever person, but I just cant compute what this means for me. It feels a bit like a life sentence-that I’ll never be free of it. It’s also placed a massive barrier between me and others that I can’t get over. I think that I’ve make the cardinal sin of looking at myself as the illness, but hard as I try, I can’t seem not to.

This all probably sounds really whiny and boo hoo poor me, so sorry. It’s just that I’m now super aware of how my illness effects others in a way that I wasn’t before, especially after the incidences which triggered the most recent episode of depression this time last year (a future post I think).

In short then I’ve had depression on and off since I was 15, attempted suicide several times (I’m not very good at it) and seen countless medical practitioners-all leading me to where I am now-which incidentally is where I’ll leave you..

I hope that some of this is informative or of interest (particularly if you’ve had a diagnosis of your own), if not then apologies.

Next time…

First post…

Well, this is my first ever blog post… Its taken me a lot of vacillating and changing my mind as to whether its a good idea or not, but for better or worse here it is.

I suppose I should introduce myself, I’m an ex-scientist in north-east England (sunny Newcastle upon Tyne) currently working within the university system. The purpose of this blog I suppose is to add to the growing number of mental health blogs that are appearing every day. I guess I’m quite late in the day to this, but the more the better I suppose.

I should point out that I’m not a crusader, I have no intent to change the world (although that would be good). This is merely a space where I can put thoughts and opinions about my condition and how this affects me and the people around me. I guess its a trash-can of consciousness and in its own way….therapy?

I’ve recently (well, this year) been diagnosed with Borderline personality disorder (if there’s a worse name for a condition I’d like to hear it), and its been in part a relief, and in part a curse. I can’t say that its an overwhelmingly positive thing, although it means I now know my enemy at last. After half a lifetime of being dysfunctional, depressed, anxious and unhappy I at least know why.

After doing a mountain of reading about the subject (the academic in me), I’m amazed by the vitriol by which we are described. I’m generally not a fan of “labelling”, and am resistant of naming those of us that display “disordered personality” as a group, as we are all different. There seems to be more ways of “displaying” the condition as there are hours in the day, and I don’t want to group people together – and was surprised at how authors on the subject are eager to do just this. We are (apparently) by measure hysterical, over-emotional and sensitive, manipulative, deceitful, and needy. The texts seem to ignore the fact that we are also, and to a large degree, loving, emphatic, caring and helpful, with a great need to pass that love onward and a nurturing sensibility. I’ve read many blogs, comments in the twitter-sphere that describe the daily struggles of people (for want of a better term) like me, and we all seem to face the same generalisations of our personality and character assassinations, making a bad condition even worse.

I’m leaving it there for a start, but I would like to know more (if anyone ever reads this) about peoples experiences. I know mine so far have been traumatic and BPD has changed my life considerably in the last 12 months alone.

That’s all for now….

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