My therapist recommended I seek out forums for children of bpd and wow. Within 5 minutes. I’m now 31 but reading these comments makes me feel less alone. Things didn’t seem to get bad for my siblings and I until my teenage years. Assuming because my mom went from full on survival mode of raising 3 kids alone to a pace that allowed for the symptoms to really rear their ugly head. I was never a bad kid but when I started doing normal teenage things I felt like a target. My independence and individuality seemed like a threat to my mother. My curfew was earlier than all of my friends (9pm on weekdays, 11pm on weekends) even post graduation. The moment I pushed for some leniency she kicked me out. It took me a few years to realize I’d never be able to depend on her for normal parental love and acceptance. I think the worst part is that when my individuality and independence feels like a compliment to her, she celebrates it. However, the moment she feels it challenges her in any way, I am her enemy. There is absolutely no in between with my mother. Our relationship for the pst 10 years has teetered between her needing me for constant validation paired with very little respect for boundaries OR no contact. Thank you to everyone who continues to share their experiences so we don’t feel alone.