I am still self diagnosed at this stage, saving my pennies to go and see a psychologist. Until then, this sub has been a beacon of light. 

Tonight I gathered the courage to tell my mother that I think I might have BPD. 

Her response? "Oh bulldust." And then a bit later, she said, "Just when you think you can stop worrying about your kids. Nope."

Not only did I felt utterly invalidated, I felt like an absolute failure. I've suffered with panic anxiety disorder, depression, agoraphobia...etc since my teens. I'm now 37 and apparently still a useless burden. 

Anyway... felt the need to share, sorry to barge in like that :) 