To someone with BPD, their psychiatrist, if they have the right one, is beyond white. They are next to god. (Incidentally, if you do not feel this way about your meds doctor, it’s time to go shopping for a new one.) I’m not sure why this is. I suspect it’s because they are the ones that dispense the magic little colorful pills that make someone with BPD feel better. (If they are on the right meds.)
Running into your psychiatrist in the real world, out side that office, can be earth shattering. Suddenly this god like being is a real person with a real life. They eat, drink, and sleep. They might even poop. Realizing all this can be devastating. It has been known to shatter the relationship.
I ran into my psychiatrist at work today. She was shopping at my grocery store with her husband. Instead of her usual business casual, she was in track pants, a steelers t-shirt, and a light jacket. She was buying her weekly groceries like a real person.
And it’s funny, if she hadn’t greeted me by name like she knew me, I never would have recognized her. Even then it took a solid minute of staring at her for it to click. Never mind I’ve been seeing her regularly for the past few years.
She told me she hesitated in saying hi. For all the reasons stated above.
But I gotta tell you, even hours later, I’m glad she did.
And I find comfort in knowing that I can handle my meds doctor being a regular person.
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"They might even poop." Ha, ha, ha…!!!!!
i spent almost 3 years wishing i would run in to my Psychiatrist/therapist at the grocery store (yes, he actually did therapy and i "loved" him), when we lived in CT.
Turns out is was my husband who saw him. Gah!
Yeah, that was one of my more brilliant lines. I've had the phrase everybody poops running through my head a lot lately.
It kinda freaked me out at first, since we're being honest, but then I really was ok.
Figures it was your husband though. Kinda makes you wonder if they talked and if so about what. Though hopefully your hubs has already answered those questions.
No, they didn't talk….as a matter of fact, my husband made a kind of duragatory remark about him to me, after he had seen him. Figures. He (hubs) was jealous of Dr., i do believe…ha, makes sense!
Now, there's a topic for you!
You can use the topic as the first post of your own blog that I would follow.
Hee, several people have said i should get a blog…i would, but i have no life. i could just post sarcastic obsevations, i suppose. Thanks for offering to follow!