
I finally opened up to my mom (who was diagnosed with depression) about my personality disorder. I thought that maybe she would understand me just a bit more because she is also (to put it bluntly) mentally ill/ unstable. Last night we had a huge argument because she found out that I got tattoos without her knowledge and consent. I know that I've deceived her by hiding the tattoos for nearly two years but what hurts me the most is that she told me "your body is mine and you ruined the most precious gift I gave you with these hideous ink on your back" "no amount of therapy is going to fix that sick head of yours", all because I went to get tattoos. I'm 19 this year and I've never felt like I am in control of my life because she had been the one who decides on every single thing I do. 

No, I didn't get tattoos just to piss my mom off just because she thinks tattoos are a curse (in some asian household, there's a lot of superstition about tattoos bringing bad luck). To me, I didn't believe those sort of crap because I'm an atheist, I respect every religions but I dislike it when people force their religious beliefs on me. I just wanted to get a tattoo that has a meaning to me, something that belongs to me. 

I also think that it's unfair for her to use my illness against me in an argument. I just wished she could be more open and understanding. I get that she is angry and frustrated. I didn't mind getting grounded but to say things like "you're never going to get better because you have BPD and the world seems to only revolve around you. You're wasting time going therapy. People like you are fucking selfish. You don't care about those around you." It just hurts because all of these remarks came from my own mother &amp; as someone who had been living with depression her whole life, how is she stigmatising other mental disorders and invalidating pwBPD?