    I was what you could consider a troubled teen growing up. I gave my parents actual hell, fought with them many times a day, dropped out of school, just didn't care about it anything at all. I didn't know I had BPD back then.

     The last straw was when I tried to k*ll myself in front of my father and self h*rmed in front of my mother. This gave them immense trauma and they stopped associating with me.

    It is really painful because we still live together and I can't leave for a LONG time because I don't have the resources right now so I'm living with these two people that hate my guts. Literally won't even look at me or eat dinner with me, they just go straight to their bedroom and lock themselves there for the rest of the day. 

     The only time they interact with me is when they drop me off at the dropout recovery center or Christian Counselling because I can't drive. It's like I'm not even their child anymore. This treatment makes my abandonment issues 100 times worse. Did anyone else experience this? How did you cope? Do you think this treatment was justified?