Guest guest Posted November 26, 2008 Report Share Posted November 26, 2008 I'm too hurt right now to post many details. But after doing some research, I am confident my mother is suffering from BPD. We have all been suffering. This is my first time reaching out and a couple of years ago when I was in college I wrote a poem after a painful interaction with my mother. Reading it years later supports my theory that she has BPD. I wanted to share it. Maybe someone can relate... I am the object of her hate I speak only to prove her " truth " My words are only mere whispers she uses to create The quilt of her denial she uses To warm her self induced cold heart The created Arctic she requires To blame me for the faults of her desires Her manufactured truth The truth she uses to subtract the reality of the world And supply the void with her own Her reality is the family fuel They gulp her nourishment and feed with her on her pain They are warmed by her quilt Her quilt of pain My love is never conveyed My love is an unreality in her eyes The eyes given to her as a child The poor child pumped with pain Tortured by her own family She does the same My gift of perspective is a curse If I don't play her game We all feel her pain I see her how she is, the child She denies my knowledge She knows I see her She hides her cold hurt soul Under her shelter, her quilt of pain I love you so I'll live with you in your cold I don't need your painful warmth By their urges I can't be satisfied I won't feed on the emotional carcases like the rest What she thinks is me being vain Is just me refusing her quilt of pain -Staci Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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