Dear Client with BPD
You came to me from a colleague with those dreaded words “You got to deal with this one; it’s borderline personality disorder.” I aged three years just trying to get you to sign my policies and consents. But by the time we were finished drawing and picking apart your family tree we were bonding in mutual amazement — mine at your brave story and you of my piecing together of your story.
Your letter and expressions of appreciation meant a lot and as I hold it in my hand I wonder how to help you hold on to those positive emotions even when childhood feelings of abandonment and worthlessness overwhelm you and the pull to devalue and sever our valued connection rages within you. All I can do is continue to be consistent predictable hopeful.
I wonder if you know how I experience our relationship. This is what I wish to share with you:
You light up the room with your energy and color even when it’s chaotic. I love your talents: teaching sewing baking. I love when you save some of your cookie batch for me and bring it in begrudgingly but bravely when you’re mad. I love our little private jokes that never stop making us giggle.
