So...I am just a few hours out of an inpatient stay from a hospital I recieved treatment at when I was 15 (I'm 32 now). During the intake session with the psychatrist, I was informed that I was diagoised with BPD at age 15. This information was never given to me and if given to my parents, was only done in a very flippant manner and absoutely no follow up treatment recommendations for BPD (personally and for my family) were provideed. Seventeen years later I am left scratching my head about how an early diagosis and treatment could have prevented undue personal, financial, and professional suffering for myself, my family, and others in my immediate environment. I feel on the one hand abandoned by the mental health community and on the other validated and empowered that I managed to aquire an advanced degree and short lived professional successes despite my internal and external chaos and accumulating interpersonal traumas. I just have to trust that my suffering and the suffering unintentionally inflicted on others was not done in vain and there is some higher purpose in all of this. Sigh 