In 1996 and again in 1997 I was hospitalized for episodes of clinical depression and near-psychotic, self destructive behavior. For several years I’d had severe mood swings, shifting from near-mania to near-catatonic depression. During these depressions I’d sleep all day, not even bothering to eat some days. I was sure I had Bipolar Disorder, but it turned out I didn’t have that. The first hospital stay was where I first got my BPD diagnosis. I was also diagnosed with Major Depression, alcohol abuse (not alcoholism), and PTSD.
My sociopathic MN ex loved to use these diagnoses against me, especially the BPD one. I guess he already knew BPD had a terrible reputation. He used this diagnosis to demean me and discount anything I said, and also used it to turn our friends against me. He’d always say things like:
“No one will take you seriously because you’re certifiably crazy, even the doctors say you are crazy!”
“You have BPD and we all know all Borderlines lie and can’t tell the truth more than they can tell their mouth from their a-hole”
“You’re a Borderline which means everything you say is a delusion and a lie.”
“No one believes you because you’re batshit crazy and even have the BPD diagnosis to prove it.”
Years later, after being arrested for domestic violence and public drunkenness (he had a pillhead girlfriend at this time), he was diagnosed with both NPD and ASPD, which makes him a certified Malignant Narcissist. I find the irony of that pretty funny. I wouldn’t trade my BPD diagnosis for his in a million years.