So I was in my late teens at the time. I had been an inpatient in psychiatric hospital and in mental health services since I was a little kid. I met lots of other girls around my age, and it didn't seem to matter who they were, their symptoms or experiences, most of them had a diagnosis of BPD. The boys didn't. I was fed up and I thought it was misogynistic. I did my own research and thought that I didn't have a lot of the characteristics of the BPD diagnosis and that there were things the clinic weren't addressing because they were trying to shoehorn me into the BPD diagnosis. The day when I saw the psychiatrist he told me I had this diagnosis of BPD. I was tearful, pointed out where I thought it didn't align with me and spoke about how so many different girls got the exact same diagnosis. I even said I thought it was sexist. Yeah, I was a teen girl who talked back and was sassy, but I wanted to make my point because I had a lot of symptoms that the clinic didn't even help me with thay were very difficult. He raised his voice, and I raised mine back. It turned into a shouting match. He yelled at me that I was narcisstic too, so I yelled back that all teens probably are. (I later found out about the "with narcisstic tendencies" add on). It got so bad that I stormed out the clinic, and haven't been back. Until a month or so ago. It just makes me feel like a monster because I remember all the cruel things my Nmom has done. I am so scared to end up like that. I hope this adds to the context.