My mother,growing up in the 50's, having a really bad childhood,and no diagnosis until 15 years ago, must have been very hard on her, her whole life. I don't blame her for the life my sister and I, plus my Father had to go through while I was growing Up, at least not after we understood more. It wasn't until my Father passed away from cancer in 1985. It was then that I was brought to psychiatrist after psychiatrist to find out why I was such a good for nothing, lazy, stupid, selfish, greedy, wimpy, coward who was just like my father,a f#$king a$#hole, like she said I was, that started making me wonder if it wasn't all my fault that things were the way they were. Every doctor tried to explain to her that her actions, and verbal abuse were a problem, and had to change. My sister still can't talk to her, for almost 20yrs now I've been the go-between trying to smooth things out. My Mother is still in denial about having any problem other than a little depression once in a while. That's when we got her on medication, and It worked wonders. I realized that my whole childhood was based on her perception of reality, which was almost the total opposite from the truth. While I'm told that I don't have BPD, I do know that I can show the traits every now and then. With other issues that I have,physically and mentally, coping every day is very difficult. I still see my Mother at least once a week, and talk to her everyday to make sure she's ok. I think she phones me also for the same reason. Just living day to day.