by Mike Hunt
Borderline (BPD) is nearly impossible (or very difficult) to cure, even with lengthy and intensive treatment. Borderline people should not enter into interpersonal relationships - or if/when they do, they should stick with other borderlines to keep the r/ship on a fair and balanced ground.
Leave that man alone so he can find a nice, normal and healthy girl.
Seek therapy for yourself.
Good luck.
That's not true. Dialectical behavioural therapy has been shown to demonstrate positive results in therapy with borderline patients, and many of those diagnosed with BPD actually outgrow the condition even if they remain untreated (granted, this usually takes several decades).
Furthermore, this young lady appears to not know what actually constitutes borderline personality disorder, so your assertion that she is not "nice, normal and healthy" is based on false assumptions: hers and yours.
And now, because I am a narcissist, I've really had enough of this thread not being in some way centered upon myself. SPOILER ALERT: that is about to change.
So, a few of you may remember me bitching about my borderline neighbour's obsession with me and my difficulties in getting rid of her despite my extensive experience in removing borderlines from my life. I was getting ready to take some drastic action, which could've been severely detrimental to my career aspirations as it's nearly impossible to commit a violent crime these days without leaving traces of your DNA all over the show.
Instead, I tried one last resort. I created a multiaxial diagnosis for myself and applied multiple diagnoses to my personality. I announced that I had PTSD, GAD, alcohol dependence (I don't even drink) and substance abuse, and I stated that I was being evaluated for BPD... I began bombarding her with whiny texts about how horrible my life was due to my multiple diagnoses; I redirected every single conversation we had to my own (non-existent) personal problems; I sent her dozens of Facebook messages, each sent within a thirty-second time period, whining about how hard my life is given my multiple "diagnoses." Sure enough, she's now latched on to some other random woman and is in the process of letting me know that she's ignoring me. Punishing me, from her perspective, for having the audacity to not capitulate to her excessive need for attention. This entire process took forty-eight hours, whereas my alternative course of action would've taken three minutes, but I have no desire to go to prison. I've got too much shit to do on the outside.
I feel like celebrating. I'm glad that this forum exists for precisely this purpose - I can't be seen to be celebrating shit like this in public. After all, society's general recommendation for people such as myself is that "everyone is facing their own battles, so try not to be a cunt." For me, this doesn't imply that one cannot be a cunt at all; merely that you have to regulate the amount of your cuntiness in public. Since I'm training to be a doctor, the degree to which I am required to regulate my cuntiness involves the application of compassion to desperate freaks like my neighbour, which completely violates my tendency towards hating people and acting like a cunt in response to them.