Yesterday, I've been diagnosed with BPD, and it's honestly quite upsetting to me.

Firstly, I know what many people think about it, and I am so scared that basically everyone will automatically hate me (and, as you can imagine, being accepted is so important to me). 
But BPD has also been used by two of my worst abusers (I attract too many "amateur professionals" psychology enthusiasts) as a tool to gaslight me, I guess? Like, "you are like a baby, you must have BPD, you are a manipulative crazy b---. /I'm/ not the abuser here, it's/you/ that everybody hates".

I prayed to any deity there migh be that I would get any other diagnosis other than BPD. If I had, idk, bipolar, their words would be just a crappy thing to say. But now, it's true. I hate that people who hurt me so much were right about me. Were they right about me being the abuser? I don't think they were, nor does my therapist or the people who saw it from afar,  but I hate that I even have to think about it. If it gets out that I got this diagnosis, I'm afraid that people who believed me would fully step on their side. I'm so afraid that nobody will ever believe me anymore if I do end up getting abused/wronged again, certainly not the internet..

Did any of you experience such feelings? How did you deal with it? Can I even get over that?