Reducing the stigma around mental health
By Amysboarderlineworld A diagnosis, or label – whatever you want to call it – I have it. I am officially diagnosed with depression/PND, anorexia, BPD (borderline personality disorder) and anxiety. I have had these issues for many years but was only diagnosed five years ago. My diagnoses So, what does having Continue Reading
By Amysboarderlineworld For anyone that knows me or reads my blog you will know that I have a diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). I have had some great responses and feedback but also have experienced some negativity and stigma. Worst of all, and what I am writing about in Continue Reading
By Giles Addison There’s an aspect of Bipolar Disorder that is acute and cannot be muted by medications. I live with it every single day, because I know the worry and fear that I have caused, time and time again. I know the worry and fear I will undoubtedly cause Continue Reading
By Jessica Evans For the child of a mother who has Borderline Personality Disorder or BPD, life can be a roller coaster ride. Except it’s the scariest ride of your life, it’s almost impossible to get off, and it never seems to end. I’ve written about what it’s like to Continue Reading
Splitting behaviour is one of the identifying characteristics of borderline personality disorder. It means seeing things in either black or white.
I intend to keep fighting. For my own mental health yes, but for others too. I want there to be a day when people don’t call me brave for sharing my story.
In 2012 I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. I am now in treatment in order to save my life. We all deserve ‘A Life Worth Living’.
Dear psychiatrist, I know you thought you were helping me by giving me a diagnosis. But now, doctors refuse to treat me and people don’t trust me.
A EUPD diagnosis shortens your life by 20 years. Doctors routinely disbelieve us when we’re ill, due to the stigma attached to personality disorders.
We are passionate. If we care about something, we immerse ourselves in it. We will pour our whole hearts out. Our love is so intense.
‘Who is going to believe you?’ That’s what my step-mum used to tell me every single time she hurt me. Often with my face mashed against the wall…
Tarnished as being difficult or manipulative, we are unheard. How can we speak out and defend ourselves against the stigma of BPD?