I'm not sure if she thinks I ever did, since I signed on with her in September of last year. But anyway, long story short, I'm kind of reeling because meanwhile I feel like this DBT therapy is both one of the best and the worst things that have happened to me.

My coping skills are a little better, but meanwhile I feel like the way my spouse and my family have been treating me has changed for the worse, a lot. My husband asks me when I say I don't think I have BPD "well what is wrong with you then?" and kind of otherwise brushes me off whenever I have an issue with something because everyone knows BPD people are just crazy. Majorly invalidating. Honestly, what is wrong with me is that he hasn't ever individuated from his family and he won't support my attempts to set up healthy boundaries with his parents, who can be very over-involved and controlling. I am in an extremely invalidating environment, that's what's wrong with me. He flat out tells me he doesn't need or want the boundaries I am asking for, when I say I want his parents to call before they come over or avoid certain topics (like getting involved in what to name our kid, what furniture we have in our living room, where we remodel our bedrooms to be, should we use a carseat in the front seat of a pickup truck like his parents did, and whether or not we purchase health insurance for our family like they never did.)

Then this weird thing happened where I, at my husband's suggestion, tried to set up a bachelorette party for my future sister in law, his brother's fiancee. It kind of comes unraveled and ultimately she tells me she doesn't want to have a party (because one of her friends had convinced her that I was planning on having it be a family function with kids invited - WTF??) I tell her OK fine, I just wanted her to know I cared enough to set it up. But no hard feelings. 

Then last night all these pictures start popping up on my FB feed, tagged #bachelorette by a mutual friend. It's a small affair, but everyone there was on the guest list. I never heard a word about this ahead of time. According to my husband, it wasn't a bachelorette party and she had been planning to invite me (but never did.) I say fine, but did she really not think about how this would look and feel to me after the recent dissolving of the other plans, just a couple of weeks ago? And she didn't think it was worth it to let me know about it?

I'm 38 weeks pregnant and have a toddler, I might have joined them early in the evening and then left. I can't drink so I'm not going to dance until 2 am with them. Is my presence really so distasteful that she couldn't dignify me with an invite??

TLDR the only thing to come of my BPD diagnosis is that everyone treats me even more like shit.

Has this happened to anyone else??