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

Last Updated: 20.06.2025 04:42

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

Who then, do I blame.?

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

Why am I so afraid that gun owners have set traps to kill me outside my house or my car?

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

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

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!

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

I don,t even have a pension.

We all went to grammer schools

What happens psychologically to a man the first time he gets penetrated anally?

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

He knew the spot.

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

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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!

Im dying but, im not bitter.

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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I was 9 years of age.

This is soul school!.

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

Why is pornography still alive and not illegal? Why doesn’t the government do about tricking women into them?

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

How do you confront your own family for not inviting you or leaving you out of things?

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

Im still living with it.

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

Are you afraid to get married and why?

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

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.

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

Why are women attracted to ugly guys?

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

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!

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

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I think the readers, may guess!

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

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

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But it wasn’t much.

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

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

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

Comes on , in middle age.

Was to survive, this bastard.

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

I was scared of men, in general

I know ,a lot about trauma.

I write beautiful poetry .

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

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

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

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

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 was a lump hammer, another was a iron chisel.

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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

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

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

I was seconnd youngest,

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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

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.

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

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..

I said to her

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!

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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.

As i do to all so called friends.?

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

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

She married twice! .

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

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

One cannot live in the past .

(And it was in our own minds.)

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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..

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

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

I will be 64.

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

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

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

And i lived it daily.

We were not on the streets..

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

So, i spoilt her more .

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

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

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

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

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

I was very sick at this time too.

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

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

She wouldn,t have been !

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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

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

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

I waited trembling.

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

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

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

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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!

She was in good health!

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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.

What did i know ?

I did it because my mum asked me too!

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

But ive been too sick for many years..

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.)

She loved him until the end.

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

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

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

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

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

Put me off passion for life!!

Would this be the day?

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

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

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

I have no regrets .

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

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

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

It was going to be , some day.

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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

My family never makes their pension either.

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.

All the time i was locked up.

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

But, we were locked up after school.

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

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

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

Ive learnt so much.

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

She found it foreign!.

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!

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

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.

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

So whats the point in blame.

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

When she asked me how she looked .

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 .

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

My life is so biszare .

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

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

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