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

12.06.2025 00:03

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

So, i spoilt her more .

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

One cannot live in the past .

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

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Where the ultimate outsiders.

It was going to be , some day.

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

Had strong anxiety, heart palpitations, headaches and fear randomly over twin flame presence, 20 mins later he didnt acknowledge me saw a photo of a girl on the back of his phone faced up. Assume it was a new gf. Was this a warning of seperation?

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

We all went to grammer schools

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

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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

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

How do I study with focus and concentration and avoid distractions and procrastination?

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

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All the time i was locked up.

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

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

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

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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What did i know ?

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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

I waited trembling.

This is soul school!.

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

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

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

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

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I did it because my mum asked me too!

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

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.)

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

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

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 people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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

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 never cut or harmed myself..

Ive learnt so much.

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

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

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.

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

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

Who then, do I blame.?

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

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

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

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

Put me off passion for life!!

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

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

I think the readers, may guess!

I was very sick at this time too.

Would this be the day?

My life is so biszare .

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

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

She loved him until the end.

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

He knew the spot.

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

I write beautiful poetry .

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

My family never makes their pension either.

Im still living with it.

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

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

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

I was scared of men, in general

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

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

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

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

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

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

She found it foreign!.

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

I said to her

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

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

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

She wouldn,t have been !

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

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!

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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..

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

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

And i lived it daily.

Comes on , in middle age.

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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

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

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

I have no regrets .

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!

But it wasn’t much.

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.

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

She married twice! .

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

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!

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

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

He was dying to do it , i knew.

I don,t even have a pension.

She was in good health!

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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.

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

I was seconnd youngest,

So whats the point in blame.

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

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,

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

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

We were not on the streets..

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

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

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

Was to survive, this bastard.

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.

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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

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

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 will be 64.

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

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

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

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

But, we were locked up after school.

(And it was in our own minds.)

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 .

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

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

When she asked me how she looked .