The BPD diagnosis has been screwing up my life since before I even knew I had the diagnosis, I would turn up into emergency departments as a teenager after overdosing and the nurses would speak quietly amongst themselves, and I would be invalidated by the case management team before being sent promptly home to repeat the process again. I was scared, angry, hurting, suicidal and I had no idea what was wrong with me, but they did they had boxed me and decided I was not worthy of treatment a modern day human rights abuse. No doubt they are having a grand old time exploiting a loop in the mental health act which says personality disorders aren’t a mental illness, I’m sure they get to save themselves a lot of money and time with an overstretched mental health sector that doesn’t look like it’s going to change anytime soon. Continue reading “The Problem with BPD” →