People often say they (or someone they know) are “having an identity crisis”. The true meaning of an identity crisis though can mean different things for different people.
Bess was a good companion. She was very loyal, very trusting, but she hated my Mother from day one, even when she was a puppy – she knew what type of person my mother was, and steered very clear of her.
In my experience, having respite before I have become unwell would have…well, prevented me from becoming unwell to begin with, and made a big difference to my overall mental health and well-being.
Lately I have been at conflict regarding the amount of support available for “carers” vs the support available for people with Borderline Personality Disorder (labeled here as “consumers”). To be honest, the amount of services and groups (support and otherwise) available to people caring for someone with BPD greatly outweighs anything available for us. It is easy for carers to get caught up in the whole “needing help to deal/cope” with someone with BPD thing, yer it is easier still for people with BPD to feel helpless, when there are currently not significant services available to treat their associated needs properly. Helplessness in BPD people breeds disaster, we all know this, feelings of helplessness, neglect, isolation and rejection can result from lack of good service, and yet seeing the people who “care” for them access services instead can also make them feel vulnerable, rejected, and angered at the state of affairs. The whole thing is a mess really – pathways do not exist for BPD diagnosed individuals – we are given a diagnoses and told …