I am a touchy feely, open book, no secrets, little privacy kind of person. I mean, I like my privacy. I have a hard time falling asleep in the same bed as another person. I like going for drives alone and listening to loud music, I like going to movies alone, I like taking myself out for dinner or lunch.

I can't grasp the concept of boundaries. I get it when people don't want to be touched. If they tell me, I won't cross the line. I acknowledge physical boundaries, even though I don't have any myself. I don't get privacy boundaries. Where is the line between privacy and secrecy?

Me and my SO both have BPD and they just moved in. Got into a tiff tonight because I picked their phone up to move it so I wouldn't lay on it and they just freaked out and assumed I was taking it. Am I an awful person because I egg people on and enjoy slightly annoying people because it's like a funny game to me and I assume they will play along and laugh? I know the password to the phone, but I need to ask permission apparently. It would be the same thing if they had a special sock that they didn't want me touching.

Sorry for venting but I just can't grasp that concept. It's silly and pointless to me.

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Actually, you know what, I just realized that I have boundaries but I always say things are fine. They never respect my boundaries when I say don't touch me when we're in public. Literally everyone goes out of their way to frustrate me all the time because I am "CUTE" and they find it funny and I have internalized that mindset and learned to brush it off and find my boundaries a joke too. My whole sense of humour is based around the fact that anger is funny. Developmental psychology is just so interesting.