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

Last Updated: 21.06.2025 00:00

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

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

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

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

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

I have no regrets .

She found it foreign!.

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Why did i forgive my father ?

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I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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My life is so biszare .

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

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

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

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 don,t even have a pension.

What made you stop being an addict?

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

What did i know ?

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

What can you do if you are a full-grown adult, but never experienced being a child?

I said to her

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

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

All the time i was locked up.

Comes on , in middle age.

If my lovely sister sleeps with my boyfriend, what should I do about her?

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

Put me off passion for life!!

But, we were locked up after school.

Why are conservatives banning liberal books? Why are conservatives so offended by the teaching of racism and other topics?

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

How do flat Earthers explain the existence of other spherical planets?

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

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

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

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

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.

As i do to all so called friends.?

I waited trembling.

We were not on the streets..

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 it wasn’t much.

I was very sick at this time too.

I was 9 years of age.

I write beautiful poetry .

So whats the point in blame.

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

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

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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

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

Ive learnt so much.

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 loved him until the end.

I was scared of men, in general

When she asked me how she looked .

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

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

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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.

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

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

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

It was going to be , some day.

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

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 did it because my mum asked me too!

My family never makes their pension either.

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

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

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

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!

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!

She was in good health!

I had hoped to write a book about this .

This is soul school!.

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

Who then, do I blame.?

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

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

Was to survive, this bastard.

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

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

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

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

I will be 64.

We all went to grammer schools

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

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

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

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

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

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

She married twice! .

And i lived it daily.

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.

Im dying but, im not bitter.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

But ive been too sick for many years..

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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

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 .

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

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

I was seconnd youngest,

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

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

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

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

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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

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

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.)

I think the readers, may guess!

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

She wouldn,t have been !

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

(And it was in our own minds.)

Im still living with it.

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

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.

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

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

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

So, i spoilt her more .

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

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.

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

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..

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

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

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

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

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

Would this be the day?

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,

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.

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

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

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

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

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

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

One cannot live in the past .

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

He knew the spot.