I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder when I was 19, which is pretty young, and even before that they thought I was bipolar.



My family has never really been very... Understanding.  They keep telling me that they're very supportive and they'll always be there for me, but then they throw me out of the house (when I was 17, 18, and 19) and I get confused about what they think "support" means.  I spent 3 months living in a shelter/on the streets because they thought that I needed a harsh dose of reality since I would spend most of my depressed days in bed not eating.



In any case, fast forward to last weekend, I'm sitting with my parents having brunch with a fair bit of literature in front of me so I can try to explain what BPD is/feels like.  I go through a few exercises with them and talk about validation, and they nod and smile and tell me they understand...  And then go right back into their safe-zone of invalidating everything I say and remember.



I've had it up to here (my hand is raised above my head, fyi) with their "say one thing do another" bullshit, and I've already apologized for my horrible actions over the years as well as trying to inform them about my diagnosis and what they can do to help.  They have reached a level of invalidation that is simply epic in proportions and it is heartbreaking; I had a panic attack and they spoke to me as if I were a dog scraping my butt across the carpet!



I'm done with trying to get them to understand.  They tell me they want to, but they don't put in the effort.  I am through with this shit, I just want to plan my wedding and get this over with.  I'm almost ready to go elope in Vegas.