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

10.06.2025 05:33

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

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.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

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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.

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

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Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

And i lived it daily.

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

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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

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

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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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.

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

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

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

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

She loved him until the end.

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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!

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

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

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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!

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She wouldn,t have been !

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

All the time i was locked up.

My life is so biszare .

When she asked me how she looked .

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

We all went to grammer schools

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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!

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

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

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

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

Was to survive, this bastard.

I don,t even have a pension.

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

I was very sick at this time too.

What did i know ?

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

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..

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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!

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

So, i spoilt her more .

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

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.

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

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

I was scared of men, in general

This is soul school!.

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

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

I waited trembling.

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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.)

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

So whats the point in blame.

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

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.

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

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

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

She was in good health!

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

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

I was seconnd youngest,

Who then, do I blame.?

One cannot live in the past .

Would this be the day?

He knew the spot.

Im still living with it.

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

She found it foreign!.

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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

I said to her

It was going to be , some day.

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

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.

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

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

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

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

She married twice! .

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

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

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.

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

And who doesn’t know suffering?

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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..

But ive been too sick for many years..

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

I was 9 years of age.

But it wasn’t much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Comes on , in middle age.

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

I write beautiful poetry .

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

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

This is how, and why children get BPD.

But, we were locked up after school.

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

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

We were not on the streets..

I will be 64.

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

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

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

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

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

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

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

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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

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

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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I think the readers, may guess!

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

I have no regrets .

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

My family never makes their pension either.

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

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

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

Ive learnt so much.

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

Put me off passion for life!!

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 .