Hi everyone. Well it's official. My Mom got formally diagnosed as having BPD. I guess it's a little validation on my part knowing that now she will get the help she needs even if she is pissed at me for "ratting" her out to her primary doctor and therapist.

I know it is probably normal for me to feel guilty about calling in professional help due to enmeshment and all of that but at the same time while feeling that guilt I feel a sense of freedom. Sure, I still have to see her everyday as we live in the same house (I can't live alone as I have a tracheostomy) but because I know she will be getting help it kind of makes it worth it. Even if the next few weeks will be rough more than likely I am trying to keep the faith that it will get better for my Dad and I.