As a said in the previous post, I have been going through some old paperwork and came across quite a few items which demonstrate that even in my early teens, I was already showing the classic signs of Borderline Personality, it just wasn’t recognised.
Picture the scene; We have been revising war poems all term, ready for a 40 minute paper which contributed to our GCSE English mark. I was not in a good place at the time – 16, self harming and struggling with my emotions and behaviour. The following is the result (I think at the very least you’ve gotta admit I had some balls to do this…!)
I believe I now have a copy of the paper because it was sent home for my parents to read. I don’t remember being punished for it, but I also don’t remember getting help either. Reading it through, it makes me cringe, but it makes me angry too. ALL THE F*CKING SIGNS WERE THERE. Why couldn’t someone have done someting to help me? Why was I not worthy?
Oh, and just in case you were wondered – I failed!