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

Last Updated: 28.06.2025 02:28

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

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

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!

But it wasn’t much.

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

I think the readers, may guess!

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

Would this be the day?

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

So whats the point in blame.

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

Would people still care about Palestine if there was no Israeli-Palestinian conflict?

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

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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I never cut or harmed myself..

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

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We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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!

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.

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Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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.

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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,!

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.

Why do I get spun and then want big fat cocks to suck?

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!

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

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

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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.

As i do to all so called friends.?

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

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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.)

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

I was very sick at this time too.

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

I was seconnd youngest,

Was to survive, this bastard.

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

Ive learnt so much.

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

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

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

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 .

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

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

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

Put me off passion for life!!

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

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

I waited trembling.

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

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

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

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

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I couldn’t, believe it.

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

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

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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

We all went to grammer schools

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

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

One cannot live in the past .

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

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

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

Who then, do I blame.?

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

My family never makes their pension either.

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!

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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

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

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

She found it foreign!.

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

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

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

But, we were locked up after school.

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

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

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

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

She married twice! .

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

I was 9 years of age.

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

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

I don,t even have a pension.

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

She was in good health!

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

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

Comes on , in middle age.

My mum and dad in the seventies!

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

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

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

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

I have no regrets .

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.

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 was dying to do it , i knew.

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

I write beautiful poetry .

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

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

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

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.

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!

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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

I said to her

This is soul school!.

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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 resisted the act ,that day.

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

I was scared of men, in general

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

She wouldn,t have been !

We were not on the streets..

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

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

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

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

I know ,a lot about trauma.

All the time i was locked up.

I could never make a relationship work though!

What did i know ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

I will be 64.

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

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

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

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.

Im still living with it.

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!

She loved him until the end.

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

My life is so biszare .

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

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

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

He knew the spot.

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

And i lived it daily.

So, i spoilt her more .

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

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

But ive been too sick for many years..

It was going to be , some day.

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

When she asked me how she looked .