The FAUX diagnosis: “Borderline Personality Disorder” and the IATROGENIC damage it has done in my life… .

First I need to say that the article below was  lifted from the site bpdcentral.com and i suggest that anyone who desires information about this bogus diagnosis, believing that it exists, can go there to get whatever they want to… I believe that it is PURELY AND ONLY contrived and name-calling and a name calling that follows patients that mostly are those whom doctors do not like, period.

I have posted the checklist below mainly as a springboard for my own discussion, which will follow tomorrow or in the next few days. At the moment, i want only to explain that it was just such a list that i brought to my old doctor, Mary B O Malley (indeed, in order to prove her WRONG) because she had told me back in 2003 that the Norwalk Hospital  (Connecticut) nursing staff wanted her to add bpd to my schizophrenia diagnosis, and that she had acquiesced. Even though it was never true, as she later openly admitted to my psychiatrist in 2011, by the way,  at this time she said “they” wanted this diagnosis so they could use “certain other measures” in my treatment. This resulted in the use of behavior modification, extreme use of restraints and seclusion, and contemptuous denial of the reality of my feelings…Frequently, Dr  O’Malley colluded with them by restraining me for much longer than 24 hours and calling it “treatment.” That this led to unbelievable trauma is beyond doubt, yet  she had the gall to persist in denying that I was ever affected negatively… More on this later.

My suggestion when reading the checklist etc below? Read it a second time but substitute the word HUMAN every time they write Borderline, and see how it now reads….You might experience the entire piece very differently this time around! See why I call BPD just “name calling”? It does not exist except in the minds of the doctors who want to insult and label the patients whom they choose not to like or treat like “real human beings”!

Hallmarks of BPD

Being a borderline feels like eternal hell. Nothing less. Pain, anger, confusion, never knowing how I’m gonna feel from one minute to the next. Hurting because I hurt those whom I love. Feeling misunderstood. Nothing gives me pleasure. Wanting to die but not being able to kill myself because I’d feel too much guilt for those I’d hurt, and then feeling angry about that so I cut myself or take an overdose to make all the feelings go away.

Following are hallmarks of borderline personality disorder:

Intense fear of abandonment, real or imaginary.

I have BPD. One night I called my girlfriend and she said she would call me back because she was watching TV. She didn’t call for two and a half hours. It hurt so bad because the day before, I had started to believe that she really loved me. By the time the phone rang I had decided to get rid of her before she could get rid of me. It turns out she had still been watching a movie. I felt so ridiculous, but the pain, the fear, and the gut-wrenching poker in my gut were very real.

Having intense relationships with lots of conflict, and seeing the other person as “all-good” or “all bad.”

When we first began dating, my borderline girlfriend told me I was the very first guy who really loved her for what she was. Everything was fantastic. After a few months, she started criticizing me and everything I did was wrong. She would break up with me and then want to get back together—sometimes in the same day.

Feeling unsure about one’s identity; a lack of “personhood” or non-existence. Feeling empty, like one has a black put inside them that can never fill up.

Like a lot of people with BPD, I have a chameleon-like ability to take on the coloring of the individual I am with. But the act is done more to fool me than to fool them. The process isn’t even really conscious. I feel unreal—like a phony. When other people aren’t around me I feel invisible.

Engaging in impulsive “pain management” behaviors, such as going on spending sprees, having promiscuous sex, driving recklessly, abusing drugs or alcohol, binge eating, breaking the law, threatening suicide or making attempts, and engaging in self-harm.

Parenting my borderline daughter with is a twenty-four-hour-a-day job. She comes in my bedroom at midnight, crying and bleeding from self-inflicted cuts. She has sex with men she barely knows and doesn’t use birth control. Her current boyfriend sells drugs, and I think she is using them too.

Being emotional unstable: frequent and fast mood changes; uncontrolled, intense anger and rage; and intense sadness and irritability.

When in a rage, it seemed like my BP partner was channeling an evil spirit. Her eyes had no life in them: just a blankness. She didn’t see who I was or how she was hurting me. There was no way to negotiate, no way to reason or argue. She did not understand rational arguments.

Her voice would become more rapid, accusatory, demeaning, patronizing, irrational, and paranoid. Her tone was very fast—rat-a-tat-tat—like she was firing at me. She would pace and become very menacing, growing closer and closer as I became more and more afraid.

Paranoia in very stressful situations; episodes of numbness or “zoning out” or “dissociation” (feeling numb or “zoned out”).

After we separated, my borderline wife and I sorted out a time when she wouldn’t be home when I would come to pick up my belongings. At the agree-upon time, she went into some kind of real panic and told me she thought I was coming there to rape her.


Assumptions held by BPD sufferers

When you’re interacting with someone with BPD, it’s crucial to understand that their unconscious assumptions may be very different from yours.

Their assumptions may include:

  • I must be loved by all the important people in my life at all times or else I am worthless. I must be completely competent in all ways to be a worthwhile person.
  • Some people are good and everything about them is perfect. Other people are thoroughly bad and should be severely blamed and punished for it.
  • My feelings are always caused by external events. I have no control over my emotions or the things I do in reaction to them.
  • Nobody cares about me as much as I care about them, so I always lose everyone I care about-despite the desperate things I try to do to stop them from leaving me.
  • If someone treats me badly, then I become bad.
  • When I am alone, I become nobody and nothing.
  • I will be happy only when I can find an all-giving, perfect person to love me and take care of me no matter what.
  • But if someone close to this loves me, then something must be wrong with them.
  • I can’t stand the frustration that I feel when I need something from someone and I can’t get it. I’ve got to do something to make it go away.

Keep in mind that these do not reflect the thinking of every person with BPD. You must judge what is pertinent in your individual circumstances.

7 thoughts on “The FAUX diagnosis: “Borderline Personality Disorder” and the IATROGENIC damage it has done in my life… .”

  1. Simply put, I own up to being mentally ill whatever it is I may ever let myself be diagnosed with, but I dare anyone to treat me with contempt. While I still can, I will blog, support and advocate for mental health and expose any atrocity I know of. My brother couldn’t have lived, suffered and died in vain. He was a genius, had some issues, fell in the hands of those nutty shrinks, labeled bipolar, schizo etc, drugged, locked up in bridgewater, developed all sorts of complications and them died a simpleton – I wonder why his autopsy is yet to be released. Since August 2, simply a pitty- where it an outright suicide, the headlines would have marked that sad loser away long ago. You know friends, blog on. Careless who follows, likes or whatever, you never know who reads and together, this movement will take proportions.

  2. You better believe it excuses 4 point restraints for 24 hours and any other torture they want to inflict…whether the diagnosis is accurate or aimply made up after the fact in order to justify staff punishments of a patient…do a search of my blog on Middlesex or manchester or natchaug hospitals or all three if you do not believe me. Or st raphaels where they not only regularly restrained me for 24 hours but also legally forced me to have ECT. Yet will any lawyer anywhere take my case? Hah!

  3. What because one is borderline it excuses atrocious behavior on the part of the physicians/staff (4 pt restraints for 24 hours) Holy Mary Mother O God! Borderline atleast to me is sort of a calcified Ptsd. Outrageous family “fortune” bringing on nullifying and disturbing behaviors. But are all Borderlines loud obnoxious tempests or can some of them be trenchant honest but sad little depressives (like me) that might have some pettyfogging borderline aspects. I was never mistreated in a hospital i was so very very quiet. By the way i do admire you for your wonderful art and poetry.

  4. When I read an in-depth definition, such as that above, I always can see myself in it somewhere. It is incredibly difficult not to wonder how on earth any of us are actually diagnosed. I can say definitely that I am chronically depressed and have a myriad of other behaviour issues, but does that include BPD? It could if the wrong person at the wrong time asked me some of the defining questions. I hope you feel stronger over the next while so you can write down more about your experiences.

  5. I posted in my opening blog entry of me being bi polar so I believe people don’t read my blog just for that fact. If I said I have MS or cancer people would read it. Oh well.

  6. I so agree. Just this past week, in the new york times, there was a long discussion about how badly we treat convicted prisoners in jails and prisons (i know, many are mentally ill…) and i fully agreed. But had i pointed out that the mentally ill do not deserve to be treated with contempt, scorn or solitary confinement, restraints or severe restrictions either, not a soul would have supported me. “We” are the last group of people who are still permitted targets of humanity’s derision and mockery. Why else would it still be acceptable to talk openly about “driving me crazy” or the “looney bin” or “you are so paranoid” or even just to call everyday sadness “depression”? Disgusting but we each one of us collude with our own oppression when we permit other people to talk this way and say nothing!

    Thank you for your comment.

  7. I’m tired of mental illness both in my life and in the love ones around me. If you have cancer everyone says, “Poor Fred”. If they know you are bi-polar they say, “Fred’s a nutcase”‘

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