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

Last Updated: 02.07.2025 07:29

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

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

This is soul school!.

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

So whats the point in blame.

He resisted the act ,that day.

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My mum and dad in the seventies!

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

I couldn’t, believe it.

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I was seconnd youngest,

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!

How can I fall asleep fast at night?

Ive learnt so much.

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

Where and how did ballet originate?

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

Was to survive, this bastard.

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

I waited trembling.

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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!

So, i spoilt her more .

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

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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

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

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

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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I will be 64.

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

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

I have no regrets .

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

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

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

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

My life is so biszare .

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

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

I was scared of men, in general

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

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.

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

I was 9 years of age.

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

Im still living with it.

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

But, we were locked up after school.

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

But ive been too sick for many years..

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

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

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

And i lived it daily.

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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

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

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!

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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 was writing from the time i was a small child.

Who then, do I blame.?

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

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

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

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

She found it foreign!.

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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.

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

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

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

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

He knew the spot.

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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..

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

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

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

She was in good health!

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

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.

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

He was dying to do it , i knew.

Why did i forgive my father ?

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

What did i know ?

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

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

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 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 don,t even have a pension.

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

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

My family never makes their pension either.

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

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

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

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

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

All the time i was locked up.

We all went to grammer schools

Im dying but, im not bitter.

Put me off passion for life!!

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

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

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, all my friends down the years ,where users.

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!

But it wasn’t much.

(And it was in our own minds.)

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.)

I write beautiful poetry .

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

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!

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

One cannot live in the past .

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

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

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

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

When she asked me how she looked .

Would this be the day?

I was very sick at this time too.

It was going to be , some day.

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

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

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

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

Comes on , in middle age.

She loved him until the end.

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.

We were not on the streets..

I said to her

She married twice! .