About 15 years ago, a psychiatrist told me (very viciously, actually) that I had Borderline Personality Disorder. She wouldn't tell me what it was, but rather said I should look it up in the DSM-III. I rejected her input, and basically forgot about it. This past spring, a much kinder mental health professional informed me of her diagnosis, which was exactly the same. She had no idea of the previous diagnosis, so I consider this to be a pretty valid confirmation. Reading some of the books has solidified my conviction, but also let me know how lucky I am, because it could be so much worse than it is. My congratulations and support to all of you (us) who are struggling with this, every day, and still managing to survive. Good luck to us all.

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