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

14.06.2025 01:44

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

What do you do to make yourself sleep early?

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

(And it was in our own minds.)

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

Why is my older sister so mean to me as if I was her enemy?

She was in good health!

I have no regrets .

I couldn’t, believe it.

Why do I sweat a great deal while exercising the same on some days and not so much on others?

They are buried together, in the same grave..

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

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

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

What did i know ?

What is the naughtiest fantasy that you've lived out?

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

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!

What is a partner in crime?

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

Comes on , in middle age.

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

Why do people think Mirko is boring in My Hero Academia?

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

Was to survive, this bastard.

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

What is the most craziest dream you ever had?

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

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

What is your daily motivation and does it work?

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

She loved him until the end.

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

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The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

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

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But ive been too sick for many years..

And i lived it daily.

This is how, and why children get BPD.

What are some things that normal people do that religious people call sins?

But it wasn’t much.

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

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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!

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

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

I was seconnd youngest,

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

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

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

I write beautiful poetry .

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

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.

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

One cannot live in the past .

My life is so biszare .

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

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

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

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.

I will be 64.

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

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

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

We were not on the streets..

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

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.

Ive learnt so much.

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

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!

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

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

My family never makes their pension either.

I was 9 years of age.

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

But, we were locked up after school.

When she asked me how she looked .

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

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

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

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

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

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 .

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.

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.

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

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

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

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

He knew the spot.

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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

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

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

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

Who then, do I blame.?

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.

I know ,a lot about trauma.

I was very sick at this time too.

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

She married twice! .

I waited trembling.

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 was scared of men, in general

This is soul school!.

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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..

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

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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.

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

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

So whats the point in blame.

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

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

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

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

All the time i was locked up.

It was going to be , some day.

I don,t even have a pension.

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

I did it because my mum asked me too!

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

She found it foreign!.

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

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.

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

Im still living with it.

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

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

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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!

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

Put me off passion for life!!

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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.)

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

Would this be the day?

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

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

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

I said to her

We all went to grammer schools

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

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

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

So, i spoilt her more .

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

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