Life in a Bind – BPD and me

Borderline Personality Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and my therapy journey. Listed in Top Ten Resources for BPD in 2016 by goodtherapy.org. I write for welldoing.org and for Muse Magazine Australia, under the name Clara Bridges.

Reacting to responsibility – BPD and being an adult

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A few weeks ago, on a Monday, I sent my therapist a brief email asking whether it would be okay to bring in some more photos to look at during one of our sessions that week. I had brought some in on the Friday before, and was keen to look through some others (of myself as a child) that I had recently found. However, as usual, I wanted to know what ‘the rules’ were – I wasn’t sure whether it was okay to bring in more photos, so soon after we had already spent time looking at some. It had been okay on one occasion – but what if it wasn’t okay again?

She replied very briefly, saying that we could talk about it in session, as she wasn’t quite sure why I was asking. My reaction, was, quite simply: “What the f**k”? Excuse my thinly disguised swearing – but its presence is as unavoidable as it was when it was going around my head almost constantly for the following twenty-four hours until my next session. I couldn’t believe her reply – and I was very angry. And behind the anger, though I couldn’t feel it for the red behind the eyes, was a great deal of hurt.

In my mind, it was a perfectly simple and straightforward question – why could she not just answer it? More importantly, why could she not just answer it, given the circumstances? I had had a very difficult weekend, and was still feeling vulnerable, having confided to her over email the details of some behaviour I was ashamed of. I was still feeling anxious about how she would view that behaviour, and in need of reassurance – how could she not realise that?

I was very much the angry and resentful teenager in my next session, and as usual it came out visually (in what I wore to session) perhaps even more than in my words. And just as I was taken by surprise by her comment, she was taken completely by surprise by my reaction and had no idea, initially, where it had come from. She had felt unsure why I thought I needed her permission to bring in some photos, particularly when it had clearly been okay the previous time we had looked at some. She also suspected that my desire to look at photos may have been a way of trying to ignore the events of the weekend, and jump right back in to where we had been before those events happened. And rather than begin that discussion over email, she suggested we talk about it during the next session.

Once the teenager had had her say, over the next couple of sessions we had some incredibly productive discussions both about my therapist’s email, and about the events of the previous weekend. It was one of those sequences of sessions that leaves you rather mind-blown, and which I have still not processed. It felt ‘so big’ that rather than letting it go round in my mind, or writing about it, I felt I had to put it ‘on ice’ for a while. The processing could occur subconsciously – but at that point I felt I needed a break, and to step back a bit. This is the first time I am coming back to just one small but important part of those discussions.

My therapist told me that given the series of emails we had had over the weekend, she believed I had thought through and at least partly rationalized the events of the weekend. What she had been trying to do with her reply was to challenge me to take my thinking further, and to consider for myself the reasons behind my question about the photos. She thought her email would encourage more thinking to take place. Instead, it shut thinking down all together. There was only one thought in my brain from that point on (yes, the WTF one), and my emotions (particularly anger and resentment) dominated completely.

I think it’s always difficult for a therapist to know who they are addressing at any one time. Is the adult or the child present? Or the teenager perhaps? And even if one appears to be dominant, how close to the surface is an ‘other’ lurking, waiting to be triggered? I’m not talking about distinct identities here, but about aspects of ourselves, and the experience that many people have, of feeling ‘different ages’ at different times in their therapy. I think my therapist thought that she was addressing ‘the adult’ in her email – and that I would respond as an adult to her encouragement to take responsibility for thinking through my motivations.

What I realised during that week, thanks to an insight that came from her, was that the requirement to be an adult and to behave like one, can in itself be very triggering for me. It can feel unfair, or like an imposition; like rejection or like a burden; like not being taken care of. It can make me feel resentful and angry; hurt and abandoned.

I think that the reason for this can best be described in an unfinished short story I wrote when I was a teenager, and which I  posted here a few weeks ago. I think it’s because I’m only now uncovering (or, given the feelings described in that story, perhaps acknowledging rather than uncovering), the resentment and anger I felt, and still feel, at having to behave in some respects like an adult, when I wasn’t one. When there were deaths in the family, the adults sought reassurance from me, not the other way around. They talked about it in my presence – but they didn’t talk to me, other than to criticise how unemotional I seemed in comparison with everyone else. But being openly emotional was not an option – it was clear that others found it hard enough dealing with their own feelings, and I knew from experience that my own unhappiness just made them more anxious. That, in turn, would have exacerbated my own distress. Even before I hit double figures in age I had decided that as far as possible, I was not going to show any negative emotion around my family – extending that even to positive emotion, came later.

This meant that experiences of death (not grief, because I wouldn’t allow myself to feel it); panic; fear of death and going mad; bullying; heartbreak; depression – were never shared with anyone as I was growing up. At the time it was ‘just the way it was’, though my short story, written when I was around seventeen, shows that at least part of me was in touch with how resentful I really felt about having to take responsibility for looking after others’ emotional well-being and also my own, well before I was technically ready.

Understanding where this resentment comes from – where it came from in my response to my therapist – is helpful. But the potential for growth – which I still haven’t come to grips with and fully thought through – is in trying to apply it outside the therapy room. How often, for example, could my reaction to my husband’s requests, be at least partly a function of being triggered in this way? How often could my resentment be about ‘having to be a grown-up’ and ‘having to take responsibility’, rather than about the specific thing that he is asking, or the way in which he is asking it? And what about interactions with close friends? How are they affected? The knowledge that for me, the very idea of an adult interaction may be associated with hurt and resentment, seems like a very valuable and transformative piece of information to have.

Transformative – in the long run. Events even over this last weekend have shown that I still have a very long way to go. But I’m holding onto this golden nugget of information until I feel strong enough to start to make a little better use of it. Unlike the Las Vegas casino of the same name, I am hoping It will pay out abundantly, at ever diminishing costs (of courage and emotional energy), the longer time goes on!

 

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14 thoughts on “Reacting to responsibility – BPD and being an adult

  1. This is a really beautiful, insightful piece. I’d love to know more about your role as the emotional adult as a child, and I guess I am very curious about the family dynamics of your childhood more generally. I’m very saddened to read that you had to take on these inappropriate responsibilities at such a young age though. I would love to know more about the “panic; fear of death and going mad; bullying; heartbreak; depression” too, if you ever decide to write more on these topics. (I realise these are very personal things.) I will need to read this post again: as always, your post invokes feelings about my own life and problems. Thank you for writing such a deep, and interesting, post!

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    • Thank you 🙂 xxx Hopefully we will get a chance to talk about all of this stuff soon! The panic was a reference to early panic disorder, which set in in full force for a six year period in my late teens and early twenties. Bullying was a reference to school (where it was verbal and emotional). Heartbreak is a reference to relationships or loves or endings that I never really discussed with anyone either. I’m not sure if or when these things will come out in my writing, though I suspect that if and when they do, it will all be connected with whatever is coming up in therapy! I’m glad the post was pertinent to your own situation and that it speaks to you in that way – thank YOU, as ever, for reading and commenting 🙂 xx

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      • Thank you for explaining all this! ❤ I'm really sorry to hear that you went through bullying in that way though, and about the panic disorder. I'm really sorry you've been through such horrible things. Thank you again for such a deep, insightful post! xxx

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      • Thank you xx It’s odd, isn’t it – I still think it’s ‘nothing’ compared to what so many others I interact with online, have been through. Although I have realised that I have greatly underestimated the effect those things had on me. I actually loved school because I loved learning – but looking back, I have no idea how I coped with the daily anxieties over the way certain individuals would behave and what they would say. And yet I did, and not even in a way that I remember being hugely distressing at the time – I think I was lucky that although there was bullying, I also had a good strong friendship group, and many of us I think suffered similarly, though we never talked about it between us. But it’s all had a big impact on the way I view myself, and it’s literally only been in the last few months that I have started to see that. I think I was so used to ‘burying stuff’ of different kinds, that it was just another thing to push down because I had to. But still, as I said above, I count myself incredibly fortunate that whatever it was I went through, was still not comparable to the incredibly difficult and often traumatic experiences of many others I read/hear from, including, I have to say, what I have read of your own journey – please don’t underestimate what you yourself have been through xx

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      • Thank you for your lovely, very supportive reply! I know what you mean about hearing/reading about other people and then feeling that your own experiences are nothing in comparison. Maybe this is just another part of the way we have learnt to repress our needs, and make ourselves the problem (object-relations theory)? I can relate to a lot of what you wrote about school–loving it, but always in anticipation of the next time the bullies would strike. I’m sorry you went through this too. xx

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  2. Love your posts. They’re really helpful.

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  3. I’ve had a couple of situations where an e-mail from my therapist made me very angry, and ended up leaving her confused as to where the anger came from. Whereas, from my perspective, I’m just baffled that she could have NOT realized what she said would upset me.

    The first time I canceled all my upcoming appointments and it ended up creating a huge drama where she nearly sent the cops looking for me. The second time I was as much hurt as I was angry, but I kept responding and trying to work it out. This is a very weird aspect of our relationship for me, because I’m not used to working things out with people. I try to keep them happy, and then when a conflict arises either the relationship is over or we end up pretending nothing happened.

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    • I think fear has a tighter hold on me than anger, and I would be petrified of cancelling, or of not turning up (which has crossed my mind), or of walking out (which has also crossed my mind)!). I would be too fearful of being tossed out on my ear, as it were 🙂 Yes, it’s hurtful – I think that feeling is often there, even if the anger cloaks it, but it’s great that you kept trying to work it out. Like you, I’m not used to that either. I think there’s no one else in my life (perhaps with the exception of a couple of close friends) who I work at ‘working things out with’, apart from my therapist. With my parents and even mu husband, things get left or not spoken of again, rather than talked through. In effect, with my parents, that means we don’t really have a relationship as we don’t really have meaningful conversations. And it’s a major problem with my husband, too….So I can definitely relate. Interestingly, one of the reasons why it ‘felt right’ to go with my current therapist when we had a ‘trial session’ or two, is that we actually started off on the wrong foot because I was offended by something she said in our very first phone conversation. But my ex-therapist who I still had a couple of sessions with at that time, encouraged me to ask for a second meeting and to try and discuss it with her. I managed to raise it, and she apologised and we talked it through, and the very fact we were able to resolve it, seemed like an incredibly positive sign, and so it turned out to be….
      Thank you so much for reading and commenting, it’s lovely to hear from you!

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  4. Making lemonade out of lemons, as the saying goes, and as we all must do over and over. By the way, there was a local restaurant chain called the Golden Nugget in Chicago. They deserved to go out of business!

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