My parents knew there was something different about me since I was extremely young. They told me I was the "perfect" child until I turned 13...lol....of course they considered me "perfect"...they could easily neglect me and I didn't act out. Anyways...

I didn't know about BPD until I was 18, and as soon as I learned what it was, I knew it was me (so did everyone in my life). Every time I "acted out", it was: "oh stop being so borderline", but even then I wasn't given the diagnosis. No one wanted to give me that diagnosis. Only 2 months ago was I give the diagnosis, and that's basically because I demanded it from my psychiatrist and my T. Luckily, both agreed...lol.