Yesterday I was given a psychiatric evaluation and what I think is a misdiagnosis of borderline personality disorder. I am currently seeking out information about it – especially from people with BPD rather than clinicians who haven’t experienced it, but have outside observations. In this exploration, I am noticing the answers I gave to the evaluation that would have steered her in this direction, as well as making sense of some things that she said which seemed strange in the moment, and now I see why.
I think that some of the answers I gave could simply be interpreted in different ways, and without time to speak in detail (the entire relationship was 2 hours, and we will never meet again), once she got the idea of BPD, I think that bias led her towards the conclusion. Some of these answers were around …feeling chronically-misunderstood. The psychiatrist told me at the end that this was a common experience in BPD, but after a small bit of exploration, I think that this is more of a feeling of being emotionally misunderstood, when what I meant was what I think is the autistic experience of saying words that I think are very clear in meaning, and not being understood or believed. The belief part is about people not thinking that my affect matches my words. The understood part is like my actual words or thoughts don;t make sense to neurotypical people sometimes.
Then there were questions that I said I do experience something, but in retrospect, I may have been either interpreting the question differently, or trying to be fair by saying, “sure,” when I meant no…this is a weird motivation. Less about people-pleasing as it might sound, but from a place of fearing my own bias, and leaning the other way thinking that I could correct for it. A lot of them were wildly compound questions wherein the two or three parts didn’t even seem related and I was supposed to answer them all in one answer?
Upon reading the findings back to me, she said some things that surprised me, and I don’t know where she got them. For example, she asked me nothing about my relationships outside of family, but she told me that I indicated that I have problems with boundaries and relationships. Not only do I think that this is the opposite of my relationship experiences, but I asked several people if I display these traits, and they were pretty starkly in opposition. I don’t know how she came to think that, but I get told that I am really good with boundaries – particularly if they are explicitly-communicated and not just me guessing. I believe that she mentioned mood swings, which i don’t have. I do experience intense emotion, but it is not swinging around wildly. A mood usually lasts most of the day, with mild changes in response to stimuli. I often feel intensely sad, and so I nurture the joy and love – I romanticise them and hype them up so that I can enjoy more of my life. She also mentioned emptiness, which might be my fault, in misinterpreting a question to mean depressive emptiness, not a lack of self.
There is another tremendous weight on this assessment, which comes down to the cyclic pattern of mistrust between doctors and patients. I have had way more experiences of being disbelieved and dismissed as “fine” by medical professionals than of helpful ones…particularly harmful to me in the realm of mental health. In particular, last year I was searching for mental health supports because I was finally ready to try an SSRI for my 30-year-long depression, and that led me into seeing whether I could get any therapy options or other supports. I had a pile of appointments and referrals – usually they were suggested to me when I simply asked for my SSRI prescription to be renewed (not at my request), and I would temporarily get my hopes up that maybe there IS help after all, only to have them dashed when after asking me a bunch of invasive questions without warmup, they would drop me off a cliff, saying that I was clearly fine, and they couldn’t take me on, leaving me in the wreckage of the hope I had been building. So, after that stretch, I have felt like I had to get really pushy in my self-advocacy AND not give an inch on the severity of my existential agony, my burnout, my ability to cope forever and ever…etc. This is the cycle – because I have been disbelieved and dismissed so many times, I have to almost inflate my symptoms – I must relentlessly insist that things are horrible, and not admit that I also experience joy and fun and peace…because those are all results of my coping, and a lifetime of being denied help, and they are tactics that I have taught myself and cultivated…but they don’t mean that the other side is less present. And I won’t have my survivability conflated with wellness. I have just learned to allow both things to exist at once. So, because of being dismissed, I feel that I shouldn’t acknowledge my coping (because they see coping as a solution, when it is meant to be a temporary bridge to a solution!) and all of the work I have done on my own…so, technically, I feel dishonest, and there is the cycle – they don’t believe me, so I become dishonest in order to be taken seriously, and if they sense that I am being dishonest, they are affirmed in being suspicious of what patients say! And so, my personality is not represented in these one-time meetings, and I come across as a very stern and difficult and miserable person, simply because if I even admit that one thing is ok, everything else will be erased. I hate all of it.
Writing a blog post debunking my own challenging diagnosis does seem like a very defensive and unstable thing to do, but nobody reads this blog, so i am just processing my thoughts for myself here…somehow it works better for me than writing in a notebook.