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

10.06.2025 01:37

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

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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

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

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

I couldn’t, believe it.

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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I will be 64.

She was in good health!

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

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Especially a lifetime of it.

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

And i lived it daily.

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

I never cut or harmed myself..

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.

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

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

He knew the spot.

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I write beautiful poetry .

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

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

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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.

It was going to be , some day.

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

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I don,t even have a pension.

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

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

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

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

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!

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

I was scared of men, in general

He was dying to do it , i knew.

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.

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 .

We were not on the streets..

Who then, do I blame.?

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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

But it wasn’t much.

Would this be the day?

I could never make a relationship work though!

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

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

I think the readers, may guess!

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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On the 31st of Jan this month .

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.

This is soul school!.

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

Im still living with it.

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

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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

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

(And it was in our own minds.)

Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

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

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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.)

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

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

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

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was very sick at this time too.

This is how, and why children get BPD.

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

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

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

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

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

I was 9 years of age.

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

One cannot live in the past .

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

All the time i was locked up.

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

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

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 waited trembling.

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

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

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

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

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

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.

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!

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!

When she asked me how she looked .

I have no regrets .

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

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

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

Comes on , in middle age.

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

But, we were locked up after school.

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

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,

Where the ultimate outsiders.

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

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 write a poem about him though, and my mum.

I said to her

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

I had hoped to write a book about this .

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

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!

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

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

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

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

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

I know ,a lot about trauma.

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

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

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

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

She found it foreign!.

So whats the point in blame.

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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

My life is so biszare .

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

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

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

But ive been too sick for many years..

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

Put me off passion for life!!

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

So, i spoilt her more .

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.

She married twice! .

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

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

I was seconnd youngest,

Ive learnt so much.

Was to survive, this bastard.

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

She loved him until the end.

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 family never makes their pension either.

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

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

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

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

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

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

We all went to grammer schools

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

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

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.

They are buried together, in the same grave..

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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..

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

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

What did i know ?

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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