I struggle having empathy for people who don’t have BPD. I know its not right and I don’t know why I think like that. I don’t believe that any abuse from a person with bpd can compare to living with the disorder so I will ALWAYS take the person with bpds side. I don’t support any form of abuse but there are times I split and say things I don’t mean and I don’t feel like I’m in control of it. I just see other people as ignorant and extremely lucky that they don’t understand an don’t have this disorder. I just can’t sympathise like I used to. When I was abused I was a child. I didn’t receive any sympathy or support, I thought I deserved it because my nmom would tell me I’m a bad child who deserves it he abuse. It obviously took a toll on me, I had depression when I was 8 and showed extremely reckless and self destructive behaviour at 17 which led to my diagnosis of bpd. I’m not exaggerating when I say that my whole life has been just suffering, and yet when my mental illness shows people see me as nothing but a menace to society and the world would be better off without me. a normal person who has a family, close friends and a happy life gets to call me toxic and get all the love and support while I’m still labelled as a bad person, which I was already labelled as by my nmom before I could even think for myself. This I how I really see things and it’s something I desperately need to work on because I refuse to be this bitter person for the rest of my life.