Me and partner because BPD lol
You both have it? Seems like quite an explosive mix
Oh yeah it definitely is, but we resonate really strongly so it’s fine. I’m OSDD-1b, they’re DID/C-PTSD, they’re in an active abuse scenario, I just so happen to be studying cognitive science, it’s unusual.
The dynamic is everything functioning extremely well, until they try to push me away (insisting I’ll abandon them eventually because I secretly hate them), and me insisting I’m not going anywhere. I’ve been blocked and unblocked so much. Once the isolating headmate stops fronting, the rest of the system comes back. There’s also the me restraining so, so hard to not go on a self-loathing spiral, but it happens sometimes. The “so you hate me” narrative definitely exists in me, but my unusually deep understanding of these disorders helps a lot. Can’t outpace my nervous system every time, though. Not for a lack of trying.
Rough shit. That’s life, though. We’re holding on.
Man, this kinda talk brings up bad memories I had with a BDP ex partner. I can’t deal with the massively polarized thinking.
I know. It’s a hard condition to tolerate, and even harder to understand. Sometimes, BPD feels like a brand that means you can only be around others with BPD…
…Seeing as the only friends who’ve stuck around with me all have BPD.
Hand in unlovable hand.
My gf and I do this excessively. Any time someone says “no”, it’s always “it’s because you hate me isn’t it”, and often we’ll go much farther than that, “you want me to die and perish in hell where I’ll be tortured for all eternity”
I also do that with my roommate, along with “you must want my undoing” and “you want me to fail at everything in life”
That honestly just sounds really fun as long as no one is being serious about it.
It absolutely is. We both know that obviously the other person doesn’t think we hate them, or want them to die, or get swallowed by a beast, but it’s fun when I can make up some silly tragedy for her to wish upon me. “Woooow, so you just hate me, huh, you want me to time travel to the dinosaur times so I can get hit by the asteroid and have my blood splattered across the earth.”
Yeah, that sounds awesome actually.
May you continue to have many such funny arguments in the future.
I’m serious when I tell my wife: Just roll me into a ditch when I die. You better not spend money on me after I’m dead or I’ll haunt the shit out of you.
I do this with my mom. we do it very mockingly
