December of 2015 I was diagnosed with Histrionic personality disorder(HPD) at a 30 day addiction treatment center, and really didn’t understand how the symptoms correlated with me(commom amongst cluster b personality disorders).
During a one on one weekly session, the treatment center’s psychologist started explaining Histrionic Personality Disorder to me. He followed his explanation up with a string of questions on what I would do in certain situations, what staff/counselors have witnessed and documented me doing that raised concern, and my own opinion in regards to the soft diagnosis.
I could relate to most if not all he was saying, but cant we all? I felt like he was taking a major jab at my personality and was just grasping at straws… like the rest of the world was perfect.
I left that session infuriated, insulted, confused, and ready to leave the facility AMA (against medical advice).
After being discharged, I couldn’t wait to have access to the internet so I can gain more knowledge on hpd.
After countless amounts of research I gained a deeper understanding of the disorder, but still found it odd that a doctor can diagnose someone with a personality disorder because they have a few quirks that make them unique. I didn’t feel like my persona did any harm in my life and justified that w/ the many compliments and obvious envy I received from peers throughout life.
I shrugged off the diagnosis at the time, however a year later I could no longer be in denial.
I was unintentionally triggered into awareness.
It was like a slap in the face from the truth after I mentioned to my mother how inappropriately short a family members shorts were at a family function. She replied “You use to wear even shorter shorts then that! Don’t you remember the scantily clad dress you wore to mass Easter Sunday??*chuckles* glad you came back to your senses…”
I couldn’t deny that fact and immediately became disgusted with myself. Suppressed memories of my youth to present day kept replaying over and over in my head. I couldn’t stop analyzing my past and seeing how it so obviously mirrored hpd traits. I was embarrassed of my ignorance and fell into a depressive state which I eventually came out of months later..
Now that I have “the answer” to why I act the way the way I do I often times feel less confident in my actions because I’m now aware that they are influenced by hpd. I sometimes feel like life was better living in denial, however deep down I know self-awareness is like “taking the road less traveled by” and can only reap better self-care and a more aunthentic lifestyle.