To state malice implies a decided lack of compassion and for the overwhelming majority of people here, nothing could be further from the truth.
My ex is diagnosed disordered. I know all too well just how serious his mental illness is. Any compassion, any empathy, I feel for him - for the small, broken boy he once was - ends at the very moment he made a conscious decision that hurting anyone else was acceptable, for any reason. What I feel now, towards him, is more apathy than anything else. I refuse to pity an adult man who terrified me and our children, deliberately, for years; who raped his teenage niece; who stole from my parents shortly before they died; who consistently uses, manipulates, and abuses those who only love him. (There was a time though, because I am only human, that I visited vast pain and great violence to him mentally. I wanted him to feel just a smidgen of what he'd dished out.)
That really is the difference between personality disorders and other mental health diagnoses - a conscious choice to harm, manipulate, or abuse others to your gain. Jodi knew something was wrong with her. Jodi knew she had moments of intense, seemingly uncontrollable anger. Jodi knew she had the capability to, and even did, hurt others. Jodi chose never to pursue treatment that may have afforded her a someday 'normal' life with healthy, loving relationships.
MOO...and perhaps because of my own personal experience having lived with and once loving someone disordered, the only way I can see it.
I agree with you wholeheartedly. I've lived with my BPD mother all my life. She knows there is something wrong with her but the most you can get her to admit is she's depressed, which she asserts usually when is serves her to get the attention she wants. I love her, I think it's sad, but I don't feel bad for her. She has been given opportunity after opportunity to get help for her issues and she has never taken one of these opportunities seriously.