thanks both for the welcome. this forum can be a literal lifesaver, even for those too skittish to really participate ! (like me)
the BPD is daily brutality. walking through the world of people, for me, is like wandering starving through a supermarket with my lips sewn shut. it's a kind of torture. i LOVE the human race, but seem separated from it by bars made of my own bone and skin.
i'm an old fucker (how i feel anyhow), all of 39, and back in the 80s had a series of negative experiences with psychiatry. they did me big time damage. so i stay away from that, and i don't think there are any groups for this where i live. it's my feeling that this is a social disorder, in my case definitely, and one-on-one therapy would have limited benefits. i can see a group situation helping, but i'm not aware of anything in my area. and besides, a "group of BPDers" is an oxymoron !
so i "self-medicate". i cycle up and down on opiates, which provide me with essential relief from the anxiety and constant emotional shrapnel; without them i literally start to go insane from the mental thorns that rip away at me; and psychedelics and weed, which help me reframe the difficulties i face and keep my third eye on the cosmic evolutionary scene - making my little hairless monkey problems seem tiny !
i know the opiates are just filling that void, and i'd trade them in a heartbeat for the ability to play that hugely complicated game people play with each other every damn day; might as well ask me to mathematically describe quantum mechanics. and it's so fucking easy for them !
anyhow that's why i love this place ! i've seen a lot of similarly dysfunctional yet wonderful people on here, and it gives me hope that i can be fucked up and still be a good person !!! !!!