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

15.06.2025 05:05

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

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

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

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.

How can I stop drinking?

When she asked me how she looked .

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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!

My religion teacher said that there are no atheists because in order to reject God, you must first have a concept of God, and if you have a concept of God, you are not an atheist. In what way is this true, if at all? Why?

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

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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I could never make a relationship work though!

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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But it wasn’t much.

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

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.)

How would you feel about your husband allowing a mutual friend to see you naked and exposed to show off your pussy?

So, i spoilt her more .

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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!

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

Why cant school buses ditch kids who are late to the bus at the school? Like on the way home, if a kid is late when all the others arrived to the bus on time, why cant they leave the late kid behind since its not fair to the on time kids to wait?

One cannot live in the past .

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

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!

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Thats was my nicest nick name for him

I was very sick at this time too.

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

Why do men think all women are the same?

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

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

I was scared of men, in general

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

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

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

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

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

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

Would this be the day?

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

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

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

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

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

I was seconnd youngest,

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

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

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

Ive learnt so much.

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!

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

She was in good health!

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

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

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

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.

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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!

I said to her

I don,t even have a pension.

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

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!

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

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.

Comes on , in middle age.

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 .

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

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

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

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

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

My life is so biszare .

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

I have no regrets .

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

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 knew the spot.

And i lived it daily.

Was to survive, this bastard.

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

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

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

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.

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.

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

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

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

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.

It was going to be , some day.

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

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 will be 64.

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.

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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,

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..

(And it was in our own minds.)

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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

My family never makes their pension either.

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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

This is soul school!.

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

We all went to grammer schools

I waited trembling.

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

All the time i was locked up.

Put me off passion for life!!

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

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

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

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

What did i know ?

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

We were not on the streets..

They are buried together, in the same grave..

She loved him until the end.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

But, we were locked up after school.

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

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

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

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

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

She married twice! .

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

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

And who doesn’t know suffering?

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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

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

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

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

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.?

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

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

She found it foreign!.

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

So whats the point in blame.

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

I write beautiful poetry .

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

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

I was 9 years of age.

Im still living with it.

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