Living with someone who has BPD is fucking hard.
I should preface this by saying that I have no formal research or accreditation on the topic of mental health, just the 5+ years experience of being in a relationship with my partner. Who has BPD.
A very important thing to say before I go into this venting session is: people who have BPD, or any personality disorder for that matter, are not bad people. In fact, more often than not people with BPD are awesome in so many ways, otherwise I wouldnât have married one of them. They can do very bad things, but it really is a case of âthey know not what they doâ sometimes. People with undiagnosed BPD truly are doing what they believe to be rational. Itâs how theyâve functioned in life up until this point, and you canât really fault someone for being blind to something they absolutely are unable to see.
The sinister and destructive power of BPD lies within how incredible fucking sneaky it is. It slowly disrupts your life over a long period of time and just kinda leaves you scratching your head like, âwtf why does this suck so much?â In my opinion, itâs not as apparent as mood disorders like depression and anxiety where we know the brain isnât balancing things quite the way it should and in turn that really affects things in day-to-day life. Personality disorders are a whole fucking beast of their own. The nature of personality disorders vs something like mood disorders isnât like, âOh, your brain isnât doing what itâs supposed to do, hereâs a pill for that!â but rather the much more difficult, âThe way you know how to go about life is actually kinda destructive and you literally really donât realize it, p.s. we donât have a pill for it we just put you in an intensive brain re-training program.â
Sometimes personality disorders are super apparent. If someone has âlow-functioningâ personality disorder, it shows. Those examples can be pretty chaotic and destructive. But a lot of folks with personality disorders go under the radar for a long time.Â
Sure, your kid is always in their own little world and doesnât really understand the severity and consequences of life, but certainly they donât have schizoid PD.Â
Sure, your mom thinks really highly of herself and pressures you with high standards a lot, but sheâs doesnât have narcissistic PD.Â
Yeah, your partner can be needy as hell at times and it sorta makes your life hell, but of course they donât have dependent PD.
(I donât know much about the above disorders - Iâm assuming/generalizing to make a point.)
Personality disorders, especially the high functioning cases of Borderline such as my partner, can fly under the radar so easily because the reality is on most days the disorder isnât really causing any disorder. More often than not, it takes a looooooong time for a diagnosis to occur. But with time, the pain really starts to show.Â
BPD does so many things when you love someone who has it. Most days you are walking on eggshells, carefully evaluating everything you are doing and saying to make certain it wonât trigger your partner. To make matters with BPD worse, you canât really even talk about BPD. Part of the disorder is a vehement opposition to even believe one has it, or that itâs as significant as people around them make it out to be. One other person I know with diagnosed BPD wonât seek professional help because âit makes them feel like they are crazy.â At itâs worst, BPD goes for the gun and screams âIM GONNA DO ITâ. The first few times you fight it and you pry the gun away. Then you go and get the person meds for depression or anxiety. Then life is STILL really messy and you wonder, âwhy? didnât we figure it out? wasnât it X, Y, Z? why does it still hurt? why do I still feel scared?â Then you happen across a list of BPD symptoms and this little lightbulb goes off in your head. But youâre scared, because you know what youâre facing and you know what bringing it up means. All of this, it sucks. Badly. Itâs life when someone you know has BPD.
The saddest thing about BPD for me, is not simply that it destroys relationships, itâs that BPD destroys relationships with most people involved not even knowing why or how it happened. In most cases, the person with BPD is unable to see how much it truly hurts people they love. There are days where I know even talking about BPD will incite a irritable BPD reaction. Similar to something like Bipolar disorder, most days the person with BPD actually goes on living a normal life, and you feel OK. You let your defenses down because âhey, I can put up with the explosions when they come, and then theyâre over and back to normal life!â and then all of a sudden WHAM you fucked up again. you forgot about bpd. you did the thing. you triggered it. anger. rage. sadness. crying. on and on and on and on. You do this over and over and over, sometimes without a diagnosis. then BPD asks you âDONT LEAVE ME PLEASEâ and you feel like a monster for thinking of doing so. BPD is sneaky like that. BPD makes you believe nothing might actually be wrong with the person you love until 10 years down the road when youâre a bitter shell of yourself and the relationship has absolutely no color left to it.
For many, this is the point at which they separate from their partner (or the partner with BPD separates from them) - the problem is apparent and the road to recovery is very long, and at that point many folks throw their hands in the air. I donât fault them. BPD creates an incredibly baggage-laden history that can turn really beautiful things into really ugly ones.
Iâm not doing that just yet. I still believe my partner has the power to see how serious this is and do something about it. I believe they have the power to hear these words and not get upset. I believe they can hear them and really say, âholy fuck, Iâm sorryâ and âI promise you, Iâm owning this.â Until I lose that belief, Iâll keep hanging on. But itâs a long road.
In an effort to neither coexist with BPDâs desire to downplay the circumstances nor simply give up, I am now at a stage where I have simply said âenoughâ to BPD. I have emotional walls up on a constant, but not in a bad way. I now go into every day anticipating BPD instead of reacting to it when it rears its head, and thatâs a difficult place to be if youâre also trying to make a relationship thrive and progress forward. In protest to BPDâs desire to say, âHey. Câmon. Iâm not that bad, Iâm getting better right?â I say, âNO. YOUâRE REALLY FUCKING BAD AND IâM WATCHING YOU AND YOU BETTER SHAPE THE FUCK UP OR I AINâT PUTTING UP WITH YOU.â That is the reality of loving someone with BPD.
Iâd really love to hear from folks on this one, because if thereâs anything people living with loved ones who have BPD need, itâs support. Do you know anyone with BPD? How did the process of finding out they had it go? Are they still in your life? Has anyone had success in moving past the destruction of the disorder?












