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

Last Updated: 17.06.2025 01:41

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

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

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

Why is my elder sister so mean?

I was scared of men, in general

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

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

Why are Christians quick to say that there are a lot the gay Christians that exist NOW and use that to pretend that Christianity is just loving to gays when the last 40 years of my life they been horrible?

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.)

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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One cannot live in the past .

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

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

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

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

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

Why do narcissists and especially covert narcissists always play the victim?

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

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

Who writes and reads novels nowadays?

I had hoped to write a book about this .

Put me off passion for life!!

All the time i was locked up.

How does an experienced gay/bi guy handle a bi-courius guy on his first time?

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

This is soul school!.

(And it was in our own minds.)

If a guy is attracting a bunch of what he believes to be "ugly" women, is he crushing the dating game?

I don,t even have a pension.

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

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,

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

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.

It was going to be , some day.

Why are people with Asperger syndrome unenthusiastic?

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

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

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

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

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

But, we were locked up after school.

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

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

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!

This is how, and why children get BPD.

Im still living with it.

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

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

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!

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

He knew the spot.

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

As i do to all so called friends.?

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

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

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

And i lived it daily.

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

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

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.

Its a big thing in the States for the last 25 years.

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

We all went to grammer schools

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

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

I did it because my mum asked me too!

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

Comes on , in middle age.

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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..

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

I was 9 years of age.

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

My life is so biszare .

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

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 .

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

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

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.

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

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

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

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

Who then, do I blame.?

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

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.

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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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.

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

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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!

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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.

Would this be the day?

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

Was to survive, this bastard.

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

I could never make a relationship work though!

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

I was very sick at this time too.

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

She married twice! .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

When she asked me how she looked .

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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

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

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

We were not on the streets..

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

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.

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

She loved him until the end.

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

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!

I have no regrets .

What did i know ?

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

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

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.

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

So whats the point in blame.

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

I will be 64.

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!

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

I said to her

She was in good health!

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

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

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

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

I write beautiful poetry .

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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

I was seconnd youngest,

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

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

So, i spoilt her more .

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

She wouldn,t have been !

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

Ive learnt so much.

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

I waited trembling.

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

My family never makes their pension either.

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

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

She found it foreign!.

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

But it wasn’t much.