I know I don’t know much about BPD… But stealing cars is not a direct symptom I bet.
My youngest brother straight up stole my kid sisters car yesterday. He said that since he helped her pay it off two years ago, it’s rightfully his. He found the spare key and just took it when we were asleep.
Today our Dad is letting her borrow his classic SABB. He’s been rebuilding and fixing and spending time with that car nearly all my life. He loves that car.
Actually, I love that car too, it’s very cool. So we get to enjoy it until we get my kid sisters 1971 monster station wagon back. It seems the little brother has hidden it somewhere.
My parents have decided to find a way to get John in to see a professional. He does live with them. Even though they have never done “tough love” they have enforced boundaries.
He doesn’t get to say that having BPD makes him steal cars.
So things are going to change again and my sis has a gas efficient… easy to park… cool car for a while as a result. I will be very interested to see the result of all this.
This time… I love being on the out side looking in.
My brother makes my sister’s life at work a nightmare… she transfers pools and it has better pay and advancement opportunities and it’s a safer pool.
He tries to leave horrid letters, I just don’t let her see them, she’s fine and happy
He takes her car, she gets to use a better one.
Karma can be a wonderful thing.