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

Last Updated: 02.07.2025 09:57

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

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

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

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

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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.

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

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

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

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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!

This is how, and why children get BPD.

I write beautiful poetry .

I wore a Trump hat to a doctor’s visit. The doctor made a strange comment, he was obviously on the opposite political point that make me uncomfortable. What shall I do on my next visit?

Would this be the day?

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

Who then, do I blame.?

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But, we were locked up after school.

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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.

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

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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Was to survive, this bastard.

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

She loved him until the end.

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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!

When she asked me how she looked .

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

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

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

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

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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

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

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.)

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.

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

She wouldn,t have been !

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

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

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.

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

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

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

Put me off passion for life!!

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

We all went to grammer schools

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

And i lived it daily.

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

I think the readers, may guess!

I was seconnd youngest,

She found it foreign!.

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!

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

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

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

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.

One cannot live in the past .

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

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

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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!

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

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.

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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

And who doesn’t know suffering?

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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

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

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

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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..

We were not on the streets..

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

I was 9 years of age.

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

I said to her

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

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

He knew the spot.

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

I was scared of men, in general

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

Comes on , in middle age.

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

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!

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

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

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

So whats the point in blame.

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

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

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

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 wasn’t taught any boundries, our home ,was like any war zone , and Dad told us, he had bodies buried, under the floor boards.

This is soul school!.

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

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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

Ive learnt so much.

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

I don,t even have a pension.

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

It was going to be , some day.

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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,

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

What did i know ?

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

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

But it wasn’t much.

My life is so biszare .

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

So, i spoilt her more .

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

I will be 64.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have no regrets .

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

I was very sick at this time too.

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

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

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

Im still living with it.

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

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 .

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

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 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!

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

I waited trembling.

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.

All the time i was locked up.

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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

She married twice! .

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

She was in good health!

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

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

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

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

I could never make a relationship work though!

My family never makes their pension either.

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

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

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

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

But ive been too sick for many years..