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

11.06.2025 00:59

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

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

I have no regrets .

Can being annoyed be a sign of getting angry?

I was very sick at this time too.

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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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.)

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

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

If I get served by someone else's papers, am I legally required to inform the person that they got served, or the court that they served the wrong person?

I had hoped to write a book about this .

So whats the point in blame.

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

Why does cocaine makes me want to dress up and get fuck

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

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

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What did i know ?

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

Why do older men like to get anal sex?

Put me off passion for life!!

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

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

What are the most extreme examples of hypocrisy?

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!

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

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

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My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

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

And who doesn’t know suffering?

She loved him until the end.

My family never makes their pension either.

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

Ive learnt so much.

I know ,a lot about trauma.

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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

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

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

It was going to be , some day.

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

I said to her

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

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

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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.

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

I will be 64.

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.

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

He knew the spot.

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

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

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

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

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

I write beautiful poetry .

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!

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

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

One cannot live in the past .

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

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

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

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

I could never make a relationship work though!

I don,t even have a pension.

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 im dying ,and its too late for me.

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

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 was 9 years of age.

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

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

I was scared of men, in general

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

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

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

I was seconnd youngest,

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

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

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

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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

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

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.

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

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

My life is so biszare .

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

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

We were not on the streets..

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

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

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

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

Who then, do I blame.?

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

This is soul school!.

(And it was in our own minds.)

Would this be the day?

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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.

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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 .

Im still living with it.

We all went to grammer schools

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

But it wasn’t much.

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

Was to survive, this bastard.

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

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

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

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

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

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!

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

When she asked me how she looked .

Comes on , in middle age.

She married twice! .

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.

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

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

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

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

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!

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

I waited trembling.

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

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

And i lived it daily.

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!

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

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

But, we were locked up after school.

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

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

All the time i was locked up.

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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

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!

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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

So, i spoilt her more .

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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

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

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

She found it foreign!.

She was in good health!

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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,

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

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

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

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.

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