I utmost certainly believe no one understands us, especially the people whom we care for. This could just be my case but I’m positive that the people I’m close to do not wish to understand me nor help. 

We are treated so poorly by everyone we love, not once have I had someone apologize for treating me badly, insulting me, lashing out on me verbally…etc. I would just simply receive an explanation for their emotions once everything calms down and that’s that. Me though? Who gives a fuck about me, who cares that I absolutely spiraled out of control and cried myself to sleep. 

Of course, no one should walk on egg shells around us, but you shouldn’t be an asshole either! Things like that hurt us on a much deeper level than the average person. 

A person with BPD will rarely receive a sincere apology, It’s always us who have to beg for someone’s forgiveness. Even when we make a minor mistake, we’re harsh on ourselves enough… no need for someone else to destroy us mentally.