I'm not in therapy, yet.  Long story short:

* In my last area, I was offered DBT, after being told that I had BPD, by psychologists (which wasn't an official diagnosis, but they didn't feel they needed it).
* After moving, I saw a psych (had to, to get the therapy ball rolling), who didn't have my notes, and discharged me, after assuming I'd looked up the symptoms online, and had convinced myself that I have BPD.
* I got the notes from my GP (both from my last area, and what the psych had written, following this appointment), saw what she'd written about me, rang her up and shouted at her; she then apologised, and after reading my actual notes, put me through to the team that'd be a gateway to BPD-specific therapy.
* I had an appointment with this team today, thinking I'd need to go through a six week long assessment period, because this psych had thrown everything up in the air for me.
* The lady seeing me was basically like, "I don't feel that's necessary. From the notes we have on you, and from what you've said, it's clear that you meet the criteria" and then told me about the *three types* of BPD-specific therapy that I can *choose from* in the coming weeks, after having received some info on each one, which she's going to post to me soon.

I'm beaming.  Absolutely fucking beaming.  I was so invalidated by that psych; my whole reality was shaken, 'cause I thought I knew what was going on, and what was wrong with me, and she made me feel like I was making it all up.

Now I've got proper, actual therapy to look forward to.  I might one day be able to have a functioning, wholesome, positive, fulfilling romantic relationship, and be able to deal with all these fucking symptoms.

So happy.

**[TL;DR]  Psych told me I didn't have BPD after one session, because she didn't have my notes and only saw me for 20 minutes, and didn't like the fact I knew the names of my symptoms.  Now I'm being taken seriously and will be getting therapy.**