bleed-in-ink:

The stigma against bpd means that:
To some people, I’ll be seen as inherently toxic, abusive, and manipulative no matter what I do; I’m someone you need to “save yourself from” rather than someone struggling with an illness that hurts them daily and that they’d do anything to not have

I’m seen as the disorder itself and not someone struggling with it; labeled as “a borderline” and not “someone with bpd”

I thought to myself before I was diagnosed “maybe I should just die if I’m diagnosed with that. I just can’t handle the stigma.”

I’ve been told that people with the disorder are manipulative, attention seeking, psychopaths, abusive, and other awful things

People have told me I’ll never recover, despite the fact that bpd has a high remission rate

I’ve been told I’m “too kind” to have it, “too helpful,” or “not manipulative enough”

Some professionals won’t work with me because I’ll “ruin their career/lives”

I’ve been told that people with bpd lie about abuse/rape/trauma, despite the fact that a big reason for bpd occurring is abuse/rape/trauma

Probably forgetting some but stigma sucks and needs to be eradicated. The greatest gift you can give someone with bpd is to not see them as the illness but as someone WITH the illness. And I’m so thankful that I have a lot of people who love me, as well as an excellent therapist and psychiatrist, who DO see me that way. Not everyone is that lucky.