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

Last Updated: 03.07.2025 00:39

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

I was scared of men, in general

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

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.

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

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I was very sick at this time too.

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

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

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

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

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

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Especially a lifetime of it.

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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..

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It was going to be , some day.

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

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

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I think the readers, may guess!

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

When she asked me how she looked .

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

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So, i spoilt her more .

The only rule us 5 kids had .

Ive learnt so much.

My life is so biszare .

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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.

She married twice! .

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!

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

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

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

Comes on , in middle age.

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!

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

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

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

She found it foreign!.

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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.

He resisted the act ,that day.

Would this be the day?

And i lived it daily.

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

I will be 64.

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

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

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 have no regrets .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

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

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

She was in good health!

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

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

But, we were locked up after school.

But it wasn’t much.

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

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

I said to her

Was to survive, this bastard.

Who then, do I blame.?

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.)

One cannot live in the past .

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

I was 9 years of age.

Put me off passion for life!!

All the time i was locked up.

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

I don,t even have a pension.

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

So whats the point in blame.

What did i know ?

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

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.

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

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.

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 .

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

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

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

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

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

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

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

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

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

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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 could never make a relationship work though!

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

He was dying to do it , i knew.

This is soul school!.

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

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

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!

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

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

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

She loved him until the end.

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

I was seconnd youngest,

We were not on the streets..

On the 31st of Jan this month .

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

We all went to grammer schools

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

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

Im still living with it.

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

My family never makes their pension either.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

He knew the spot.

I waited trembling.

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!

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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

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

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

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

I write beautiful poetry .

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

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.

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.