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

10.06.2025 00:21

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

I can not sleep. what is the problem?

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

I think the readers, may guess!

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

Why do men like low maintenance women?

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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.

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

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

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

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

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I was seconnd youngest,

I waited trembling.

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

Do married men like sucking dick?

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

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

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

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

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

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

Why do atheists want to see God so badly?

As i do to all so called friends.?

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

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

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

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

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

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

We all went to grammer schools

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.

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

So, i spoilt her more .

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

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

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

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

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

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

What did i know ?

Im still living with it.

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

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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

She wouldn,t have been !

Was to survive, this bastard.

I was very sick at this time too.

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

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

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!

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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!

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

I couldn’t, believe 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.

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

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 .

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

One cannot live in the past .

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

She was in good health!

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.

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

Would this be the 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..

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

And i lived it daily.

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

I was 9 years of age.

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!

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

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 could never make a relationship work though!

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

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

My life is so biszare .

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

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

He knew the spot.

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

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

Who then, do I blame.?

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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

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

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

I have no regrets .

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

Im dying but, im not bitter.

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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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.

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

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

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

She found it foreign!.

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

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

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.)

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

I said to her

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

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

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

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.

I was scared of men, in general

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!

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

This is how, and why children get BPD.

She married twice! .

She loved him until the end.

So whats the point in blame.

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

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,

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

It was going to be , some day.

We were not on the streets..

But it wasn’t much.

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

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.

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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

I don,t even have a pension.

Ive learnt so much.

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

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

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

When she asked me how she looked .

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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

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

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 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 .

I write beautiful poetry .

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

Comes on , in middle age.

All the time i was locked up.

I know ,a lot about trauma.

My family never makes their pension either.

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

The only rule us 5 kids had .

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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 will be 64.

But, we were locked up after school.

But ive been too sick for many years..

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

This is soul school!.

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.

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years