When I found out about my BPD. I had been through a series of weeks of seeing a therapist primarily about my rough childhood. Mom was an abusive drug addict. Mainly pills and canned air. She would be nice and comforting then mean and yelling. Didn’t help I was a mommas boy so it made it even worse. Life went on parents got divorced. Then once it was just my dad and I went to therapy. I never heard of BPD and just thought nothing out it. After therapy just became a bullshitting session. I stopped going. Fast forward to late 2018. I met my ex. She had BPD also and she said more than likely I had it also. I felt weird. I though I’m not crazy and it was just a rough childhood nothing else. Well as I did research and dug through google. It felt like the more I read I was sinking farther and farther. Like quick sand. So I went back to my therapist. In December of 2018 I was diagnosed. It all hit me like a frying pan. It definitely hurt not going to lie. I felt angry that my parents basically made me the monster I am. That I have trust issues, paranoia, suicidal thoughts. Just a slew of things. It’s hard sometimes. That I can go 0-60 in the matter of split seconds. That I feel jealous of my significant other that she has friends and is spending time with out me. I go through loops but I land. How did y’all find out?