I am 16F and I haven’t been diagnosed. Everyone but my boyfriend has made me feel invalidated about my feelings when it comes to bpd. A little more than a year ago I was noticing extreme changes when it came to myself and my mental health. I researched for what could add up to days. I thought maybe i was bipolar because my brother and cousin are bipolar but i just couldn’t completely relate. then i took a test online for bpd which i had no idea what it was at the time and the results said it was very likely i could have it. from there i researched it and it was like a breakthrough. i felt like all my feelings and tendencies that i couldn’t even explain yet have been put into words. anyways, i went to therapy and hated it. although i was too scared to tell her i thought i had bpd i tried to talk about what i was going through in order to get a diagnosis . i told her i drank and smoked and self harmed and she told my mom. i took a test to see what was wrong with me and the results were some bs diagnosis like adjustment disorder and depression. i had nothing in my life to “adjust” to and i had explained many times i wasn’t depressed, sometimes i could feel depressed and sometimes i can feel on top of the world. i remember going to therapy for the last time after all of this and begging my mom to not make me go but she did and i sat in my therapists office for the whole hour SILENT i would not, i could not say anything to her. i just sat there with tears streaming down my face. it makes me sad that she was so blind she couldn’t see something was truly wrong, I mean isn’t that her job anyways. how could someone not be alarmed by that. looking back, that time period was the worst i have ever gone through in my life. since my sophomore year started i had no time to dwell on these feelings i just needed to basically get over it. i would hide it so well that everyone thought i was okay again.  everyone thought it was just a phase and to be honest i was starting to have my doubts too. but fast forward to a year later. i am now going into my junior year and i still am so sure i have bpd. what i go through isn’t just normal “teenager hormones” like my mom likes to think. i split, i feel empty, i disassociate, i don’t know who i am, i’m terrified of abandonment, and i have unstable relationships. i am so tired of feeling so invalidated, it’s so painful. i just want someone out there to hear me.