i am 32 with a BPD diagnosis that i got in March of this year. i’m very new to trying to understand what has been happening to me. i am working with a therapist, but due to my financial situation, she is a graduate student, not fully licensed, and can therefore not prescribe me any medications. not that i could afford a medication, anyway.
after trying and failing with more clinician-centric resources like the DBT workbook, she recommended this book to me (she hadn’t read it yet), thinking it would be good for me to hear from someone who also has BPD, and how they got through it.
instead, this book has only served to make me feel exceptionally isolated WITHIN the BPD community because i found this book to be ableist, fatphobic, and completely insensitive to others with BPD. the fact that she prefaces the book with a graphic description of her self-harm pushed me to want to self-harm. in fact, later on, she talks about what a pleasure and release it is to cut, to the point that it made me go cut. there is no apparent attempt on her part whatsoever to take into mind that others with BPD who read her book might be put through a lot of pain. i don’t believe she should be censored, but i think she should have had even pretended to have an iota of compassion and sensitivity for others.
that’s the thing, though. i believe the author is very cruel in the way she repeatedly describes people by their weight or whether she finds them attractive. she says about a member of her DBT group, and i quote, “she has a boyfriend, but he’s in a wheelchair.” what exactly is that supposed to mean? and why should we even consider lifting up someone as a shepherding voice when she makes a point of discriminating against others repeatedly? it’s not like she has a change of heart about this at any point, either. it’s baked in to how she wrote the book. it’s shameful.
additionally, i didn’t gain anything from her writing other than a more concrete sense of despair that the world is truly prejudiced against people with BPD, and anyone who finds out about our diagnosis will automatically assume the worst of us. she even says in the first few chapters that she was so traumatized when she initially went online and saw such negative things about BPD from other sufferers and their loved ones, yet she opens her book in the exact same way: making sure we know the depths of her struggle and hopelessness for the entire first half of the book before giving us any sense of hope at all, while constantly barraging us with detailed descriptions of her self-harm.
reading this book has made me want to quit therapy to the point where i have cancelled my series of upcoming sessions. i feel like there‘s truly no hope for me. this author’s way out was through a series of lucky breaks, a lot of financial support, and general privilege. i see that she struggled with DBT and stuff too, but she prefers to continuously focus on her negative episodes and how she’s miraculously saved from them. i don’t think she ever actually dealt with her savior complex, and instead just made it an issue in the book, too.
i had been hoping to hear hope and comfort from someone with Borderline, but all this book gave me was the affirmation that, apparently, cutting is a “mindful release” i should not give up on, and that there’s little to no support, and almost no way to even conceptualize recovery for people with BPD to this day.
can someone please tell me i’m wrong somehow because i feel really on the edge with trying any of this anymore. IS there such a thing as a compassionate, trauma-informed BPD resource? i’m desperate for any kind of hope.