Personal Narrative: Borderline Personality Disorder

I have a strong urge to explain the events over the years which I feel greatly contributed to the start of my still undiagnosed but now obvious journey into both types of Borderline Personality Disorder described in this video. I don't know what I expect to gain from this but welcome any comments on my story that anyone has. I literally began the spiral into the 1st type of outward acting BPD probably I would say at 13 after my dad got a job in another town and we moved there two months into grade 8 at which time I started a new school. We lived in the same house up until then so I had gone through childhood and elementary school with the same people for like 10 years (some more some less) Prior to that I had not experimented with drugs or
I started wearing black all the time and had wanted to dye my dark blonde hair to match. My mom (a former hairdresser) had previously assisted me in lightening my hair a handful of times refused to have any part of dying my hair black so I ended up doing it myself. It didn't occur to me that having long thick hair I would need more than one box so I was left with dyed black hair with random parts of blonde undyed hair which made me, even more self conscious which got worse over the next month. Within two weeks of dying my hair I had ended up in the second foster home (which consisted of living with a much older widower in her 60's who was very nice and had encouraged me to be present at her family gatherings weekly which I was for at least the first week or so. My hair always grew super fast and now I had another issue as I had my blonde roots growing in making the dye job worse than it already
The relationship went on quite innocently for months then one night after his girlfriend had moved out he got drunk and we went for one of our typical walks and ended up sleeping together. This was my first sexual experience and I had just turned 15. two months earlier. I know this relationship will get a lot of negative feedback from people as it did from one of my close friends at the time though I will argue that it actually kept me from some of the negative behavior that contributed to me committing suicide and I think it made me stop looking down on myself as much . (I know that statement won't go over well either but I honestly think that without that relationship I likely would've attempted suicide again and maybe even succeeded. I would argue that it wasn't completely unhealthy as we often just continued to do the same nonsexual things most of the time and maybe engaged in sex once or twice a month for about a year when I started dating a guy at school and temporarily stopped having sex with the older guy during that