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

12.06.2025 07:40

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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One cannot live in the past .

I said to her

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

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

I don,t even have a pension.

My life is so biszare .

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

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

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

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19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

But it wasn’t much.

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

Ive learnt so much.

She loved him until the end.

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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 could never hold on to a relationship.

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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When she asked me how she looked .

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

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

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He was dying to do it , i knew.

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

I was seconnd youngest,

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

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

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One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

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

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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.

All the time i was locked up.

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

Why are people so terrified or bothered that a person has original creative ideas, hobbies or unique interests?

So whats the point in blame.

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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.

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The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

I think the readers, may guess!

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.

Put me off passion for life!!

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

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

So, i spoilt her more .

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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!

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.

We all went to grammer schools

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!

My family never makes their pension either.

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

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

Would this be the day?

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

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

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

Was to survive, this bastard.

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

She was in good health!

This is soul school!.

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.

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

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.

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

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

I was scared of men, in general

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

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

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

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

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

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

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

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

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

I was 9 years of age.

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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

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

We were not on the streets..

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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

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

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

She married twice! .

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

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

I write beautiful poetry .

Especially a lifetime of it.

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She wouldn,t have been !

Im dying but, im not bitter.

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

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

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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

But, we were locked up after school.

I waited trembling.

I have no regrets .

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

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.

What did i know ?

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

It was going to be , some day.

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

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

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

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

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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!

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

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

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.)

This is how, and why children get BPD.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

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

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 im dying ,and its too late for me.

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

And i lived it daily.

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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

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

Comes on , in middle age.

He knew the spot.

I was very sick at this time too.

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

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.

As i do to all so called friends.?

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

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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

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

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 .

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

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

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

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

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.

She found it foreign!.

Who then, do I blame.?

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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

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

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

Im still living with it.

They are buried together, in the same grave..

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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