Trigger warning (self harm, eating disorder mention).

One of my most ingrained memories of my bpd mom involves a particular incident in my teens when she was raging at me for what seemed like hours. I was crying hysterically and begging her to stop. Through my tears, emotional pain, and desperation, I picked up a kitchen knife and cut my forearm to stop the fighting. I didn't even know what cutting was. She got eerily calm and said I was borderline and needed to go to the psych hospital. She forced me to go to a therapist once after that. My childhood memory is shit, but that borderline comment stuck with me. Obviously, she's borderline, and it took me years and years to figure this out. I still get paranoid occasionally that I'm going to end up like her, and my therapist always reassures me. Another memory I have is when I become vegetarian in middle school (which I still am!), and she made me go see her therapist for an eating disorder. Tbh, I did have issues with food and body image, but forcing me to see her therapist was creepy. I'm NC these days, and now she thinks my therapist terrible because of this decision (per my sister). No...therapy doesn't work for pwBPD in most cases. You have to want to change and take responsibility for your actions.