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

16.06.2025 08:17

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

I was writing from the time i was a small 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 ended up cooking for her, and bringing her eveywhere with us.

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She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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 was your most embarrassing and humiliating bare bottom spanking?

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

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

Is there a type of function where every point has exactly one tangent line passing through it? If yes, what is this type of function called?

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

When she asked me how she looked .

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

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What did i know ?

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

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

Why does an older married man turn bisexual?

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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 .

(And it was in our own minds.)

I broke up with my boyfriend because he wasn’t transparent about his past, it hurts me and he doesn’t care. I told him in the beginning of our relationship that it was a deal breaker for me what do I do?

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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.

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

Is it normal to hate my dog, but feel too guilty to get rid of him?

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

I am so tired of ignorant people like you calling us far rights, why democrats is so educated, they take things from their own mouth, you guys are totalitarian party?

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

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

Why are the people who don't support the LGBT community treated like super evil and cruel beings? People can have different opinions and thoughts on things.

The only rule us 5 kids had .

I was very sick at this time too.

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

Why do creationists ask for proof of evolution and then ignore the answers?

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

And i lived it daily.

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

What is the most overrated pleasure? Why?

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

Ive learnt so much.

What is the estimated number of people with an extra X chromosome?

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!

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

I will be 64.

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All the time i was locked up.

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

Who then, do I blame.?

Why are people of mixed race seen as more attractive than non-mixed-race people?

I said to her

Would this be the day?

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

Is using an ambulance really free in countries with universal healthcare, or are there hidden costs like deductibles that people should know about?

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

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

But, we were locked up after school.

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

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

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

I write beautiful poetry .

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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

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

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

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

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!

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

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

As i do to all so called friends.?

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.

Was to survive, this bastard.

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

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

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

I have no regrets .

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

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

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

She found it foreign!.

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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

Put me off passion for life!!

But it wasn’t much.

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

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 of course replied” arh beautiful!

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

I think the readers, may guess!

I waited trembling.

I don,t even have a pension.

She was in good health!

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

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,

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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.

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

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

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.)

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

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

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

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

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

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 know ,a lot about trauma.

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

One cannot live in the past .

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

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

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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.

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

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

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

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

I never cut or harmed myself..

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!

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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

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

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.

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

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 was seconnd youngest,

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

So, i spoilt her more .

So whats the point in blame.

My life is so biszare .

Comes on , in middle age.

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

It was going to be , some day.

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..

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

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

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

I was scared of men, in general

She married twice! .

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

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

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

Im still living with it.

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

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

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!

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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 did it because my mum asked me too!

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

She loved him until the end.

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

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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!

This is soul school!.

We all went to grammer schools

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

My family never makes their pension either.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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

I was 9 years of age.

He knew the spot.

We were not on the streets..

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

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 was dying to do it , i knew.

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

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