I'm active on Tumblr so I've started following you. I'm looking forward to the "bright-side" take on BPD. I'm in the process of de-stigmatizing myself. I knew of one person with BPD and she was really messed up. My dad got involved with her after my mother died. He was always dropping everything and coming to the rescue the moment the BPD woman called. I'm not even sure she had BPD, really, but some other sort of disorder, like DID. I never witnessed it myself, but other people explained how she'd just sort of zone out in the middle of an argument, people could see her eyes glaze over, and she'd act completely different after that. Long story short: I did not have a good first impression of BPD.

...Then, a few years ago, I was told that I had the symptoms of BPD. The symptoms only really show themselves acutely whenever I'm in a romantic relationship with someone or under a lot of stress. Day-to-day, I somehow just make it. Then, say, I fall in love (lust) with someone and I go nuts trying to get them to notice me and fall in love with me, too. Most recently, I did this with my mental health case manager (story on my Tumblr how that ended up.) I've been in denial all this time because, I thought, if I'm as "nuts" as that woman my dad kept saving, then I'm sub-human, not worth saving myself, I'll never have a full life, etc. I'm trying to come to accept my condition and learn more, especially if it's possible to get better somehow.

I agree that emotions are so deep, I'm grateful that I can be so deeply touched by the simplest of things. A beautiful sunset brings tears to my eyes. I cry at movies. Unfortunately, this is not very appropriate since I'm a man; society says men aren't supposed to cry.

Anyway, I'm hoping you'll keep up the Tumblr going for a while. It's good to know you're not alone in this. -K