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

Last Updated: 27.06.2025 09:11

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

She married twice! .

As i do to all so called friends.?

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But ive been too sick for many years..

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

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

Sapiente nemo autem perspiciatis.

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

Comes on , in middle age.

Can the existence of past lives be proven without the use of hypnosis or a pendulum to inquire about previous incarnations?

I don,t even have a pension.

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

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.

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Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

So whats the point in blame.

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

Can you write a short story with a twist ending?

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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.)

Is there a band whose members have been present for every one of their concerts?

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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I waited trembling.

I was scared of men, in general

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

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

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

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

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

Would this be the day?

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

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But, we were locked up after school.

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

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

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

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

I will be 64.

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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!

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

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

How often do prisoners try to escape from jail/prison, and how many of them succeed?

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

So, i spoilt her more .

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Put me off passion for life!!

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

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

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

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

Ive learnt so much.

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

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

We were not on the streets..

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

One cannot live in the past .

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

I write beautiful poetry .

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was to survive, this bastard.

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 never cut or harmed myself..

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

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

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

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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

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

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

I was very sick at this time too.

And i lived it daily.

I was seconnd youngest,

She loved him until the end.

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

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

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

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

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

My life is so biszare .

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.

This is soul school!.

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

I have no regrets .

I was 9 years of age.

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

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

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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.

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.

When she asked me how she looked .

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

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

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

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

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

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.

She wouldn,t have been !

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

My family never makes their pension either.

But it wasn’t much.

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..

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

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

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

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

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

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

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!

The only rule us 5 kids had .

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

I said to her

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

It was going to be , some day.

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

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

She found it foreign!.

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!

We all went to grammer schools

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

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

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 .

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

What did i know ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

Who then, do I blame.?

She was in good health!

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

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

Im still living with it.

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

All the time i was locked up.

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!

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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.

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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.

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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

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,

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!

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

He knew the spot.

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.