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

Last Updated: 19.06.2025 15:56

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

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

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And i lived it daily.

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

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

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

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

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My life is so biszare .

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

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

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All the time i was locked up.

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

I was scared of men, in general

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

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

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.

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I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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She was in good health!

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

But, we were locked up after school.

I was very sick at this time too.

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

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

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!

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He knew the spot.

But it wasn’t much.

I said to her

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

This is soul school!.

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

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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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!

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

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

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.

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

I was 9 years of age.

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

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

I could never make a relationship work though!

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

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

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

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 don,t even have a pension.

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

Ive learnt so much.

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

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

Especially a lifetime of it.

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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 think the readers, may guess!

Who then, do I blame.?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

I know ,a lot about trauma.

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

She found it foreign!.

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

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

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

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 couldn’t, believe it.

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

I have no regrets .

As i do to all so called friends.?

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

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

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

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

We all went to grammer schools

So, i spoilt her more .

My family never makes their pension either.

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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.

When she asked me how she looked .

Was to survive, this bastard.

Im still living with it.

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

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

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

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..

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

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

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

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

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

One cannot live in the past .

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.

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

I waited trembling.

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

Comes on , in middle age.

I will be 64.

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.)

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

Would this be the day?

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

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

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

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!

She loved him until the end.

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

What did i know ?

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

So whats the point in blame.

I write beautiful poetry .

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

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

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

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

I was seconnd youngest,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

Put me off passion for life!!

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!

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

She married twice! .

It was going to be , some day.

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

We were not on the streets..

Where the ultimate outsiders.

(And it was in our own minds.)