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What’s one positive trait you’ve gained because of BPD?

11.06.2025 02:58

What’s one positive trait you’ve gained because of BPD?

We wern’t close any more, the family fractured, after my Mothers death, and seeing me annoyed them ,as i was the familys scapegoat..

One cannot live in the past .

Then he’ d take out his beloved lump hammer ,show it to the kids.

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He said i’d end up like her, and he laughed his big rolicking bear of a laugh!

And who doesn’t know suffering?

I wasn’t taught any boundries, our home ,was like any war zone , and Dad told us, he had bodies buried, under the floor boards.

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I was scared of men, in general

She was a women, a mother with her own children!.

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

Why do men find women with bigger buttocks attractive?

And if you hold on to hate you only die inside yourself,!

Put me off passion for life!!

Thats being isolated in a house, locked up as a child .We never saw any people except in School and we had no relatives in Liverpool!

When have you been in an accident where the other person involved blatantly lied to the police about what transpired?

He was a brick layer (when he worked at all) and he carried his tools around ,hanging from a money belt.

But im a psyci anyway, and i read energy and people, .

Do all the shopping, and cooking and look after all the dogs.

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Insight, and i can spot a wrongin from 3 miles away.

I ended up cooking for her, and bringing her eveywhere with us.

.I left my 2 sons and my husband to do it. Instead of spending the day with them

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As i gave and gave ,everything to people, they began to use me.

I did it because my mum asked me too!

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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I worked then as a chef ,and a very good one.

I was the most vunerable of my siblings. I was born small ,and was sickly ,and of course none of us could ever thrive!

We all went to grammer schools

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I am a twin , my twin is a boy called Alan. I had a sister and 2 other brothers

As i do to all so called friends.?

I forgave my father, and i took care of him ,until his death in 1999..my mum left us on the 29th Jan 1998.

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But it wasn’t much.

I couldn’t, believe it.

Then later on when my husband had gone to the bar..she started telling me, that they where having a affair, and that he loved her much more then me ,and other loads of visious lies.

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I could never make a relationship work though!

I think the readers, may guess!

Took her away on holiday ,with us, my 2 pugs her dog, a Jack Russell.

But there where , these other acts only us 2 girls, would receive, (When id have rather had his lump hammer , and chisel.).

So i became my fathers slave and he hated me the most.

His abuse (his own) began at 2 years of age. His mothers friend, sexually abused him, from the age of 2.

She said her life with him ,was love, and spoke to me of all the passion, it had brought her.

Im dying but, im not bitter.

The only rule us 5 kids had .

This is how, and why children get BPD.

What did i know ?

Trauma never leaves you! Its actually lives in the fashia ,of the body .The connective tissue.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

I forgave my father,, and in those years i cleaned and looked after him .

I write beautiful poetry .

You’d think that being brought up for so long, in those terrible circumsatances ,i would know the ways of people ,and the world, but i wasn,t in , nor of the world .

I was seconnd youngest,

He’d sit me down, and stand behind the chair, Then he’d make a great show of his beauty (the chesil )and place it behind my neck ,at the base!

As i said though i will be 64 on my last birthday!

And as runt ,of the litter .Which of course, i actually was!

When she asked me how she looked .

But i am married 43 years to my husband this July !

He took out the hammer, and explained again, how the smallest tap ,of this hammer would kill me in a second.

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

But he said ,he was sick of her anyway ,and only put up with her as i had a friend ,and seemed to be happy.

Im still living with it.

One women pretended to my husband she wanted to see me for coffee ,and make friends.

She wouldn,t have been !

And as she herself ,wasn’t kissed or touched as a child.

Her first husband, had been a gay man ,and he was a lovely person.

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

I had many talking therapys , but they just don,t work.

Trauma lives in the body, as ive explained, but it actually this that kills you in the end.

My place (mostly )was the coal hole..it was a small room heaped with coal .

I said to her

He knew the spot.

He weighed in at 5 lbs .I was the second born, and i weighed 3 and a half pounds.

Why did i forgive my father ?

Ive learnt so much.

And when you live in a life , of being terrified, and shocked, and permantly stressed; especially as a child born in to all this .

Although we always gave her a kiss on the cheek. She would shrink away from it!

I was grabbed out of my mother hung upside down, and rushed up to the prenatal ward, to spend 4 mths alone, with, only medical staff.

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

Especially a lifetime of it.

One was a lump hammer, another was a iron chisel.

The coal was sharp, and i usually had no underware! So my bare arse ,was cut and rossened on the coal..

Because , i didnt have the heart to hurt my friend.!.

Where the ultimate outsiders.

My dad was a alcholic psychopath, and violent in the extreme.

She stayed with him because she thought he,d grow out of it. He didn’t of course!

It comes from Big T Trauma and is no fault of anyone who has it.

Everytime, i saw a chronically ill person in middle years.

Rather to engertic for me ,with my terrible health, but i was left to run the house, it was a Cottage in Dorset.

That life, was meant to be , as the world teaches us great lessons, and leaves us many gifts.

I got to know the terrible awful childhood, he had himself. And his Jolly Pub Persona.

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

He was dying to do it , i knew.

My family never makes their pension either.

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

I had hoped to write a book about this .

He’d bring us out ,and we would form the position .

It will be my last birthday ,as im dying of a brain tumor and 8 other autoimune diseases.

I have no regrets .

My life is so biszare .

I might have to go back 30 generations or more..

Why ? because Trauma depletes the immune system.you get terribley ill , with chronic disease from all the horror ,and stress of it.

Who then, do I blame.?

So, i spoilt her more .

We didn’t no it wasn;t normal life..we were isolated, and taken from Dublin in Ireland ,where our whole mothers family lived , to Liverpool in England!

I will be 64.

She was in good health!

She loved him until the end.

One of his many names for me was Runt .He like that it rhymed with (well you know)

And don,t forget my 4 months alone, in the incubator. Knowing my brother in the womb and my mother voice .The baby knows she’s alone!

And i lived it daily.

He had many friends, who didn,t know the home devil he was, for his sake ,i never enlighted them either.

I did write a poem about him though, and my mum.

Ther’s very good reasons why i was left alone.

My twin will have involuntary pissed himself, but not me at least not, that day!

I had offered the whole expense of the holiday to her, free.

Im a true spealist, because i study it for years .And i still do..

He isn,t a very sexual person at the best of times!

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

Its like, taking poison, and hoping the other person will die.

On the 31st of Jan this month .

Stress hormones Adrenaline and Cortosol ,would have flooded my brain, and they never left it!!!!

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

A line in front of him, from the eldest to the youngest.

But i went to school ,and was locked up evey evening , until he was off out on a bender..then mum would set us free, and we,d be bouncing off the walls,

And i know him well ,and every thing about him. This relationship, is the only real one iIve been able to keep!

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We born here on earth , for the soul to learn , the contrast, of heaven.

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

Im kind ,and give many things, inc money ,to any of persons in need. I have a groups of homeless beggars ..i help out daily. They all know me by name!

Being very nice and never wanting to say the wrong thing.

Comes on , in middle age.

So whats the point in blame.

I never cut or harmed myself..

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

My mum and dad in the seventies!

She died young (from the stress and abuse of Big T Trauma) of liver cancer!

He resisted the act ,that day.

Was to survive, this bastard.

But, we were locked up after school.

5 of us kids, and it wasn’t a big house.

Yes, a stroke or heart attack is the reason on your death certificate.

She married twice! .

All the time i was locked up.

I don,t even have a pension.

I only knew my twisted world , and there, is no choice for a child but to live in it. Or Die in it!

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

So he went home with my mum to her 2 other children.

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

They are buried together, in the same grave..

Although he,d calmed down a bit ..he still shouted his orders at me and thought , my older sister would be better at the job..

I watched his eyes light up and his twisted smile rejoice, in his joy of it all.

It was going to be , some day.

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

He did pay me though, i made him (.After i’d trudged miles to get his pension ) Before ,it all was gone, over the pubs counter!

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

But it has taught me many things other people will , never know!

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

Your thinking ,but those kids would have been street wise?

I was very sick at this time too.

As she had lost her son ,to fatty liver disease!

She found it foreign!.

She was deluded, and thought she could stay on for the reminder of the holiday!

I waited trembling.

They look at me amazed ,and ask me how i could possibly know it?

We were not on the streets..

My only sister also couldn,t make her life work.

I was writing from the time i was a small child.

Even in the coal hole, i said the lines in my head..

Anyway, i told my husband ,and he was gobsmacked.

He said i reminded him of an old aunt ,who used to beat him, and when the menapause came, she was placed in a mental home and never was released ,until she died.

I only stopped writing poetry recently, because , of my brain tumor

I do have abandomment issues but they come from being left alone ,without my mum, or any of my family in a incubator for 4 months.

But im an empath, and i help lots of people.

He call us down, from where ever he stashed each one of us ,that day ! We were kept seperate.!

As is all addictions, people can’t leave off.

Those are used to try and block the pain, like that of my life out..

My mother wasn’t a tactile women ..only as babes could she touch us. After we grew ,she couldn,t touch any of us.

As his daughter ,he didn’t even think I wouldn,t do it. (Look after him)

You don’ t get a state one here , in England ? until your at least 67 yrs old ! Im 63.

The only way to get rid of it forgood ,is sommence therapy,

At this time i had honed my heart to the same, as that of a lion and i knew i wouldn’t beg or cry ,nor plead.

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

And ive living now since 2005, on disablement .(Which is a pittance)

We were all going out this night to a fancy resteraunt.

BPD only comes to a person who has suffered childhood trauma.

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

This is soul school!.

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

Im constanly in a state of FLIGHT or FIGHT my whole life

Would this be the day?

But my sister and my other 3 brothers wouldn’t have come near him every again!

Due to the real legacy of trauma (B.P.D)

For him, I cleaned and cooked and shopped, and spent the whole day, doing a weeks work) in the only day off, i had, besides Sunday.)

But ive been too sick for many years..

I was 9 years of age.

I know ,a lot about trauma.

I immediatly know and see what their chidhood was. I tell them you had a awful time in childhood.

(And it was in our own minds.)

She got all dolled up, but it looked as she was dressed up to play the part of , Florence Nightingale ,as she descended down the cottage stairs ,like a Queen.

And, all my friends down the years ,where users.

The apprentership one gets in Extreme Big T Trauma childhood is insight and extreme awarness.

I let him have the joy of his friends( that i would never know myself.!)