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

12.06.2025 07:51

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

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

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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One cannot hold on to bitterness.

All the time i was locked up.

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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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.

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

Who then, do I blame.?

The Roman Empire at the time of Christ kept meticulous records. Why then, is there no record of the trial of Jesus?

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

Put me off passion for life!!

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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Was to survive, this bastard.

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

But, we were locked up after school.

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She was in good health!

I was 9 years of age.

I was seconnd youngest,

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

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

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

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This is soul school!.

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

We were not on the streets..

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And who doesn’t know suffering?

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

So whats the point in blame.

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I did it because my mum asked me too!

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

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

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Would this be the day?

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

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

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!

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

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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.

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

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.

One cannot live in the past .

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

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

I was very sick at this time too.

(And it was in our own minds.)

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

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

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

So, i spoilt her more .

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

My family never makes their pension either.

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Where the ultimate outsiders.

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

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..

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

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

My life is so biszare .

Im still living with it.

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

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

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

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

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

And i lived it daily.

When she asked me how she looked .

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

I have no regrets .

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

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.

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

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

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

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 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!

They are buried together, in the same grave..

It was going to be , some day.

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

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

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

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

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

We all went to grammer schools

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

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!

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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

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

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

Comes on , in middle age.

He was dying to do it , i knew.

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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

He knew the spot.

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

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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

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

She found it foreign!.

I was scared of men, in general

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

I will be 64.

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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

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

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!

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

She married twice! .

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

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

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

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

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

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

As i do to all so called friends.?

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

She wouldn,t have been !

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.

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,

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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!

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

Ive learnt so much.

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

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.

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

But ive been too sick for many years..

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

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.

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

She loved him until the end.

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

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

But it wasn’t much.

What did i know ?

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

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

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

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

I said to her

I write beautiful poetry .

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

I don,t even have a pension.

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

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.

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

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

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!

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

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

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.)

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

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 waited trembling.