Borderline Personality Disorder Stigma
The title is kind of funny considering the majority of my posts are random thoughts and very very rarely is anything actually planned in advance. Heck I am probably more surprised then the reader when the darn thing makes sense. Anyway on with the post. I was doing a search on Google on this blog just to see where it turns up and it is something that I would advise other blog writers to do on occasion and I ended up a site which is run by whats known as a Non. Now for those of you who don’t know a Non is a person who has had a relationship with someone with a mental disorder and tends to be rather adamant about other people with the same diagnosis. Needless to say the Non community does not care for me very much and to be honest the feeling is pretty darn mutual. The goal of this blog is to show the inner workings of mental illness and how certain illnesses effects my life but at the same time I hoped that people would see just because I carry a specific or four specific diagnosis that I can not, like most people with mental illness, be neatly put in a box.
There is a spectrum when it comes to basically every mental illness where someone who may be a one or a two who just basically show tendencies and then you have your nine and tens where the person is as close to being the poster child of the illness. Now I know where the Nons are coming from and have met a few people who are what can be considered to be pure Borderliners and needless to say you have to be pretty careful around them for a variety of reasons which the Non community goes to great length to cover but there is a huge difference in the spectrum.
One of the hardest parts about living with a mental disorder is the damn stigma attached to it. I can go into a medical office and say that I have depression, PTSD and Anxiety and the mental health professional will talk about recovery but the second that I admit that I have borderline it goes from recovery to just keeping me from blowing up. I mentioned this before in the post How I Diagnosed Myself how the second the borderline personality disorder label showed up my doctor never talked about recovery again and it was all about keeping me out of the hospital. Which was weird and disappointing especially since it became his reason for every thing afterwords. Yep I made it through college in social work, treated a heck of a lot of people successfully, went through a two month hospitalization and then during the next hospitalization the only reason Borderline Personality Disorder came up is because I brought it up trying to figure out the puzzle in my brain. Should have kept my mouth shut is what I should have done but no sense in wasting energy in something that already took place and can not be changed. Just because someone has a disorder it does not mean that they are like every one else with the same disorder. Now I am rambling.
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The stigma sucks. It’s like a huge pair of blinders or opaque glasses that causes people to be unable to see the person behind it. Pffffft.