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

12.06.2025 06:43

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

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

Comes on , in middle age.

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

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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.

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

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

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

I was seconnd youngest,

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

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One cannot live in the past .

It was going to be , some day.

I waited trembling.

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We were not on the streets..

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 found it foreign!.

Why is India lagging behind China in economic development when India is a democracy while China isn’t?

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

But, we were locked up after school.

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

Atheists claim that Earth is 10 billion years old, yet there are no fossils that old. What do you have to say for yourselves for lying?

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

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

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

Is it true that all men want a woman who looks like an Instagram “model”?

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

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

Why is it so hard to date nowadays?

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

I write beautiful poetry .

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

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As i do to all so called friends.?

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

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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

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Especially a lifetime of it.

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

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

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Ive learnt so much.

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 married twice! .

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

Would this be the day?

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

On the 31st of Jan this month .

I don,t even have a pension.

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

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

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

She was in good health!

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

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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.

All the time i was locked up.

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,

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

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

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

And i lived it daily.

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

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

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!

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

When she asked me how she looked .

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

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

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

I have no regrets .

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

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

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

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.

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..

We all went to grammer schools

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

But it wasn’t much.

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

My life is so biszare .

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

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!

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

I had hoped to write a book about this .

My family never makes their pension either.

I said to her

She wouldn,t have been !

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.)

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

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 was 9 years of age.

Im dying but, im not bitter.

I was very sick at this time too.

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

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

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

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

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

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

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

What did i know ?

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

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

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

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

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

Im still living with it.

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

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

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

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

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

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 know ,a lot about trauma.

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

Put me off passion for life!!

I could never make a relationship work though!

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

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.

So, i spoilt her more .

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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

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

I will be 64.

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 .

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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..

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

He knew the spot.

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

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

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

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!

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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

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

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!

Who then, do I blame.?

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

I was scared of men, in general

This is soul school!.

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So whats the point in blame.

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

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

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

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

Was to survive, this bastard.

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

She loved him until the end.

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.

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.