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

Last Updated: 02.07.2025 15:04

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

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.)

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

Would this be the day?

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

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

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

Teens like me, what are your expectations when entering adulthood?

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

All the time i was locked up.

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Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

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

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I was seconnd youngest,

So, i spoilt her more .

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

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And who doesn’t know suffering?

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

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!

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As i do to all so called friends.?

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

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

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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.

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

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

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

This is soul school!.

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

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And i lived it daily.

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

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

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

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 .

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

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

I was very sick at this time too.

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

I was 9 years of age.

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!

When she asked me how she looked .

My family never makes their pension either.

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 said to her

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

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

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

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

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

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

I waited trembling.

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

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 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.

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

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

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

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

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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.

My life is so biszare .

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

Who then, do I blame.?

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

We were not on the streets..

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

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

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

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

She married twice! .

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

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

But it wasn’t much.

Im dying but, im not bitter.

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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

I don,t even have a pension.

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

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

But, we were locked up after school.

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

I was scared of men, in general

He knew the spot.

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

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

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

I write beautiful poetry .

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

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

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

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

It was going to be , some day.

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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.

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

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

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

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

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

Especially a lifetime of it.

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

Ive learnt so much.

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

Why did i forgive my father ?

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.

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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 .

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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

I will be 64.

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

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

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!

What did i know ?

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.

On the 31st of Jan this month .

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

Im still living with it.

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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

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

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

Was to survive, this bastard.

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

(And it was in our own minds.)

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

Put me off passion for life!!

She found it foreign!.

She loved him until the end.

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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

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.

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

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

He resisted the act ,that day.

We all went to grammer schools

I had hoped to write a book about this .

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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

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

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

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

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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

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

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

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

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

But ive been too sick for many years..

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

So whats the point in blame.

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

Comes on , in middle age.

I never cut or harmed myself..

She was in good health!

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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.

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

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!

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

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 have no regrets .

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