Guest guest Posted June 2, 2010 Report Share Posted June 2, 2010 i remember growing up, losing my childhood, at the age of 8. this was the age when my little sister was born. i was no longer the object of nada's need or desire, she now had a little baby who coddled her. i remember the rejection, the oppressive lonliness- finding quiet alone spaces to retreat away from her. my little sister grew up so she found a new husband and had a new baby- someone else to need her. now that little sister is growing up and she is reaching out for her grandchildren. my two sons are off limits- which drives her crazy. i refuse to let her have time with them- simply because she is so unhealthy. she wants to be a " token " grandma- having them around simply to have them around- but never plays with them or takes interest in their lives. i remember once reading that the child's life under a BPD parent is somewhat like Alice in Wonderland- the chaos, the color, the delusion and madness- the Queen of hearts. God, it's good to be free. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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