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

Last Updated: 27.06.2025 01:04

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

I was scared of men, in general

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

Comes on , in middle age.

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

I write beautiful poetry .

How can I be the smartest human on Earth?

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

But it wasn’t much.

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.

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

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

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

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

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But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

He resisted the act ,that day.

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.

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But ive been too sick for many years..

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

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

Is there any program to remove music from affirmations (if you listen to subliminals you know that affirmations are masked with music so I want to remove this music to find out the affirmations)?

I said to her

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

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

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When she asked me how she looked .

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

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Was to survive, this bastard.

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

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 he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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

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

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

My family never makes their pension either.

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

It was going to be , some day.

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

I think the readers, may guess!

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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.

Who then, do I blame.?

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

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

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

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 know ,a lot about trauma.

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

He knew the spot.

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

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

I was 9 years of age.

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

So, i spoilt her more .

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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!

I could never make a relationship work though!

She was in good health!

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

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

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

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

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

She married twice! .

We all went to grammer schools

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!

She found it foreign!.

I was very sick at this time too.

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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.)

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

One cannot live in the past .

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

Would this be the day?

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

Put me off passion for life!!

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

She loved him until the end.

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

Im still living with it.

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

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

What did i know ?

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

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

I waited trembling.

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

My life is so biszare .

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

So whats the point in blame.

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

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

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

I will be 64.

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

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

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, all my friends down the years ,where users.

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

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

I have no regrets .

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

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

And who doesn’t know suffering?

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

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

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

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

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

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

And i lived it daily.

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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 .

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

I don,t even have a pension.

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

We were not on the streets..

I was seconnd youngest,

All the time i was locked up.

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

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,

Ive learnt so much.

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

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!

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

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

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

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

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

This is soul school!.

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

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

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

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

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

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 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.

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

But, we were locked up after school.

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