My daughter is 24. was diagnosed with BPD at 16. she can be so lovely to others but for some reason she hates me. I am the only person who has stuck by her. (Her Dad abandoned her). I have had years of emotional abuse from her. She insults me, has attacked me several times. Yet I am the one who has fought for her. I am the one who calls the ambulance when she tries to kill herself. I am there when she wakes up. I’m the one that makes sure that we don’t have enough of any medicine in the house to be a lethal dose if she takes them.
I am traumatised by what I’ve seen, what I’ve had to do, and the way I have to think.
I can’t do it anymore.