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

Last Updated: 20.06.2025 00:33

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

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.

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

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

How can I get rid of the fake girls on social media that are claiming to be hookups? Is there a way to shuffle through them and the real women that actually want to talk?

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

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

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

I dreamt my mother had died and I cried so much in my dream. What does it mean?

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

I of course replied” arh beautiful!

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

Am I the bitch for never wanting to talk to my sister again because of something she said while talking back to me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I know ,a lot about trauma.

Especially a lifetime of 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!

What is the worst thing your sibling has done?

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.

I will be 64.

But people really die of the Big T Trauma!!

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I never cut or harmed myself..

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

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

What makes a woman attractive?

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

It was going to be , some day.

One cannot live in the past .

How does one succeed in life?

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

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

When she asked me how she looked .

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And i lived it daily.

I was seconnd youngest,

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

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Mine was extreme ,and lasted 19 years

I was 9 years of age.

We could never speak unless he spoke to us!

Can bosses get fired for being too hard on employees?

His mum and dad ,were Alcoholics!

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

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.)

Why do we let ugly men exist?

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

Also my liver and lungs are fatally diseased!

I waited trembling.

Can a relationship really last forever?

And who doesn’t know suffering?

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

Its mostly always from childhood abuse .

But ive been too sick for many years..

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

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

I was scared of men, in general

Put me off passion for life!!

I couldn’t, believe it.

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

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

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

I did it because my mum asked me too!

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

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

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

The same beautiful brown eyes my mother loved so much!

So, i spoilt her more .

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

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

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.

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.

Why do we forgive? Because if we don,t

My familys so full of ancestral BIG T Trauma.

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!

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

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

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

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

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

Anyway ,i could never hold on to a relationship.

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 .

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

They are buried together, in the same grave..

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

We all went to grammer schools

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.

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!

(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

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.

The only rule us 5 kids had .

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

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..

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

Where the ultimate outsiders.

On the 31st of Jan this month .

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

My family never makes their pension either.

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

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.

Would this be the day?

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 .

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

I said to her

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

Who then, do I blame.?

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.

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

Im dying but, im not bitter.

What did i know ?

But im dying ,and its too late for me.

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

She wouldn,t have been !

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

This is how, and why children get BPD.

He was dying to do it , i knew.

I had hoped to write a book about this .

Was to survive, this bastard.

She was in good health!

19 years ,i spent with dear old papa.

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

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.

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

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

I think the readers, may guess!

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

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

Because huge Trauma like mine is alive.

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

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

My life is so biszare .

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

Thats was my nicest nick name for him

Comes on , in middle age.

He knew the spot.

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..

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

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

But, we were locked up after school.

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

He resisted the act ,that day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We were not on the streets..

She died at 55 of colon cancer.

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

I could never make a relationship work though!

I suffer greatly, because of BPD..

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

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

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

She found it foreign!.

Another so called friend had bit the dust..

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

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!

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

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

As i do to all so called friends.?

She loved him until the end.

With Catholic nuns and Church on Sundays.

Ive learnt so much.

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

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

I was very sick at this time too.

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

Why did i forgive my father ?

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

I write beautiful poetry .

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

All the time i was locked up.

When he wanted one of his lessons to be taught!

My mum and dad in the seventies!

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

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

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

Im still living with it.

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

One cannot hold on to bitterness.

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

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

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

I don,t even have a pension.

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

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

She married twice! .

But it wasn’t much.

This is soul school!.

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

So whats the point in blame.

Youll pack your bags and leave Dorset.

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

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!

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!

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

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

Like some twisted love , they where addicted to each other

I have no regrets .

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

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