Recovering from dating a borderline
I had to wait six weeks on an acute psychiatric ward in Manhattan following the attempt at taking my life, then I was unceremoniously shipped off to a long-term unit at a prestigious psychiatric hospital in a suburb of New York City.
I was considered such a danger to myself – although I begged to be released to the care of my mother, the psychiatrist was sure I would try to kill myself again — that they wouldn’t discharge me until a bed at the private hospital was available.
I had become part of a community of mostly women who understood, where no one before me had, the cavernous void that tugged at my gut, how unsafe and constantly self-destructive I felt. The staff knew I was being discharged much too early but there was nothing they could do.
When the psychiatrist told me I had to leave, he took me into a small room off of the main living room to deliver the news. I was far from well and I clung to what calmed me — cutting and starving —for a long time after I left Seven South.
Visitor can easily switch from Blogger to Google+ comments by tapping on the tabs.In a space as short as a few hours, my emotions ran the gamut, from feeling like I didn’t exist to feeling as though I was pure evil.” She then goes on to predict a lifelong handicap and condemn us to a lack of intimate relationships. Fjelstad, let me tell you a little about my personal journey.I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder following a suicide attempt in 1990 by overdosing on Prozac.I was on the long-term unit for nine and one-half months and then my insurance ran out.