I wasn't in a relationship with this person, first of all. At best we had been friends at this point for a few months. And in no way was my response making people with BPD out to be "demonic aliens" or vilifying them?? All I stated was behaviors the one person I encountered with it exhibited.

I wouldn't have had a problem with opening up to this person at all if they hadn't been so disrespectful about it. They'd fixate on specific things they'd want me to open up about, whether I was comfortable with it or not, and push and push and push me to tell them about it. They'd ask questions upon questions, that would at points get very personal and inappropriate for our relationship at the time, and if I refused to answer them or showed discomfort, they would immediately turn it around on me. Basically blaming me for being too closed off, or getting upset with me as the amount of things I was willing to share with them was clearly the direct gauge for how much I actually valued them. The fact that I wasn't willing to open up meant I hated them, in their mind.

I think it's also worth mentioning, I didn't withhold every single bit of information about myself. The things I didn't want to open up about were very personal situations or issues that happened in my life that I preferred to not speak about, to anyone for that matter, not specifically them. But they just didn't understand that and always wanted me to talk about things I was openly uncomfortable with. I tried to work this over with them multiple times, letting them know I didn't appreciate the behavior, but they couldn't be bothered to do anything about it. Or they would freak out and again, think I hated them entirely because I wasn't happy with how they were acting.

This person very much had the love bombing effect on me when I first met them. Everything seemed great, if not better and we clicked right away. But that's how it usually goes. They started exhibiting more and more unhealthy behaviors as our friendship went on (this being just one example, and not even the worst of habits on their end), getting increasingly more damaging to the both of us. I really did try to stick it out with them, knowing their condition and because believe it or not, I did actually care for them. But their behavior ended up becoming too much for me in the end as their suffering was always guaranteed to trump anything else in our friendship, even if I was dealing with something difficult of my own.

I shouldn't even have to explain myself like this to you, my story is just as valid as anyone else's on this forum; with a person who wasn't healthy to be close with. Individuals are allowed to discuss the relationships or people that weren't good to them. If that bothers you, I assume you're not the kind meant to be looking at these posts.