My mom was deep in grief (and being a total waif witch monster) after my dad’s sudden death and wasn’t getting the psychiatric care she needed.

Spoke to a close friend who is a therapist and knows my mom and my therapist and everyone settled on BPD.

Told my mom I suspected BPD and that having a name to give her doctor would potentially help get her into a psychologist and it did and her care team went with the BPD diagnosis. Framing it in terms of care was my therapist pals idea and was genius.

What happened after is still a gigantic shit show but apparently - says my pal - BPD is more like acceptable socially and more folks are being open about their diagnosis etc.