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Having a parent with BPD is like standing in the middle of a field, watching

storm clouds roll in, as you are forced to raise a lightening rod over your

head.

>

> I was thinking of writing a guest post on a friend's private blog about what

it's like to have a parent with BPD. I was wondering if any of you would like

to contribute your thoughts. I would like to list some quotes at the end of the

article. I would quote you anonymously or by the first two letters of your

screen name. If you would like to help, here's what I'm looking for:

>

> In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the following

questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What do you wish

other people understood about what it's like to live with someone who has BPD?

c)What did you need from other adults who were aware that something wasn't

" right " about your parent with BPD?

>

> Thank you for contributing.

>

> KT

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Having a parent with BPD is being beaten down so much that you question yourself

and your decisions forever because they never seem right.

If my mother's sister (who is a psychologist) would have explained to me that my

mom had BPD, then I would have maybe been able to understand, and leave the

toxic relationship that has haunted me my whole life...and as my mom puts it...I

will be regretting her death for the rest of my life.

I would like people to understand that every single day is a struggle with

twisting gut syndrome...a pervasive feeling of a twisted-broken heart that would

feel very peaceful if it could unwind. And a Lobotomy would help!

amy

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Having a parent with BPD is like standing in the middle of a field, watching

storm clouds roll in, as you are forced to raise a lightening rod over your

head.

>

> I was thinking of writing a guest post on a friend's private blog about what

it's like to have a parent with BPD. I was wondering if any of you would like

to contribute your thoughts. I would like to list some quotes at the end of the

article. I would quote you anonymously or by the first two letters of your

screen name. If you would like to help, here's what I'm looking for:

>

> In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the following

questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What do you wish

other people understood about what it's like to live with someone who has BPD?

c)What did you need from other adults who were aware that something wasn't

" right " about your parent with BPD?

>

> Thank you for contributing.

>

> KT

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Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from birth

with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be abusive,

controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much much worse to

her own defenseless chidlren.

In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the following

questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What do you wish

other people understood about what it's like to live with someone who has BPD?

c)What did you need from other adults who were aware that something wasn't

" right " about your parent with BPD?

>

> Thank you for contributing.

>

> KT

>

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Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from birth

with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be abusive,

controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much much worse to

her own defenseless chidlren.

In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the following

questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What do you wish

other people understood about what it's like to live with someone who has BPD?

c)What did you need from other adults who were aware that something wasn't

" right " about your parent with BPD?

>

> Thank you for contributing.

>

> KT

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Having a parent with BPD is like trying to lift a cargo ship off your mother who

is trapped on the bottom of the sea. (Recurring dream I have had.)

2. I wish people would understand that I have had an enormous weight on me for

my entire life and every effort I make in life is with that huge weight added

for resistance.

3. I wish a family member had said to me, " We understand how hard life is for

you. You're not the crazy one. What can we do to help? " or even better, " Would

you come live with me? " (I wouldn't have cared who or where, anywhere would have

been better than there).

>

> Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from birth

with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

>

> I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be

abusive, controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much much

worse to her own defenseless chidlren.

>

>

> In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the following

questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What do you wish

other people understood about what it's like to live with someone who has BPD?

c)What did you need from other adults who were aware that something wasn't

" right " about your parent with BPD?

> >

> > Thank you for contributing.

> >

> > KT

> >

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Having a parent with BPD is like trying to lift a cargo ship off your mother who

is trapped on the bottom of the sea. (Recurring dream I have had.)

2. I wish people would understand that I have had an enormous weight on me for

my entire life and every effort I make in life is with that huge weight added

for resistance.

3. I wish a family member had said to me, " We understand how hard life is for

you. You're not the crazy one. What can we do to help? " or even better, " Would

you come live with me? " (I wouldn't have cared who or where, anywhere would have

been better than there).

>

> Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from birth

with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

>

> I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be

abusive, controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much much

worse to her own defenseless chidlren.

>

>

> In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the following

questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What do you wish

other people understood about what it's like to live with someone who has BPD?

c)What did you need from other adults who were aware that something wasn't

" right " about your parent with BPD?

> >

> > Thank you for contributing.

> >

> > KT

> >

>

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2. I wish people would understand that I have had an enormous weight on me for

my entire life and every effort I make in life is with that huge weight added

for resistance.

OMG...perfect.

Amy

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Having a parent with BPD is like trying to lift a cargo ship off your mother who

is trapped on the bottom of the sea. (Recurring dream I have had.)

2. I wish people would understand that I have had an enormous weight on me for

my entire life and every effort I make in life is with that huge weight added

for resistance.

3. I wish a family member had said to me, " We understand how hard life is for

you. You're not the crazy one. What can we do to help? " or even better, " Would

you come live with me? " (I wouldn't have cared who or where, anywhere would have

been better than there).

>

> Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from birth

with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

>

> I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be

abusive, controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much much

worse to her own defenseless chidlren.

>

>

> In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the following

questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What do you wish

other people understood about what it's like to live with someone who has BPD?

c)What did you need from other adults who were aware that something wasn't

" right " about your parent with BPD?

> >

> > Thank you for contributing.

> >

> > KT

> >

>

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Having a mother with BPD is like being born with perfect pitch but never

being allowed to touch a musical instrument. You hear the music (of a

nurturing mother) iplaying constantly nside your mind, but as soon as you

reach for the keys, your hands get slapped away, maybe even chopped off at

the wrist.

I have a recurring nightmare of being trapped inside the house where I was

raised. Doors and windows are sealed up and there is nada, looming over me.

.. . hell on earth

Girlscout

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> 2. I wish people would understand that I have had an enormous weight on me

> for my entire life and every effort I make in life is with that huge weight

> added for resistance.

>

> OMG...perfect.

> Amy

>

> Having

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> Having a parent with BPD is like trying to lift a cargo ship off your

> mother who is trapped on the bottom of the sea. (Recurring dream I have

> had.)

> 2. I wish people would understand that I have had an enormous weight on me

> for my entire life and every effort I make in life is with that huge weight

> added for resistance.

> 3. I wish a family member had said to me, " We understand how hard life is

> for you. You're not the crazy one. What can we do to help? " or even better,

> " Would you come live with me? " (I wouldn't have cared who or where, anywhere

> would have been better than there).

>

>

> >

> > Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from

> birth with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

> >

> > I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be

> abusive, controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much

> much worse to her own defenseless chidlren.

> >

> >

> > In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the

> following questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What

> do you wish other people understood about what it's like to live with

> someone who has BPD? c)What did you need from other adults who were aware

> that something wasn't " right " about your parent with BPD?

> > >

> > > Thank you for contributing.

> > >

> > > KT

> > >

> >

>

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For me, having a parent with BPD has meant that my brother and I have had to

grow up very slowly. First, we had to parent our parents. Then we had to learn

how to be adults all on our own.

> > >

> > > Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from

> > birth with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

> > >

> > > I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be

> > abusive, controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much

> > much worse to her own defenseless chidlren.

> > >

> > >

> > > In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the

> > following questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What

> > do you wish other people understood about what it's like to live with

> > someone who has BPD? c)What did you need from other adults who were aware

> > that something wasn't " right " about your parent with BPD?

> > > >

> > > > Thank you for contributing.

> > > >

> > > > KT

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

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" Having a parent with BPD is like trying to lift a cargo ship off your mother

who is trapped on the bottom of the sea. "

I really relate to this. She endlessly needs her child(ren) to save her, yet no

matter what you do or how hard you try, it's never enough.

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" Having a parent with BPD is like trying to lift a cargo ship off your mother

who is trapped on the bottom of the sea. "

I really relate to this. She endlessly needs her child(ren) to save her, yet no

matter what you do or how hard you try, it's never enough.

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For me, having a bpd/npd mother was like living with " Dr. Jekyll " and never

knowing when or why the terrifying " Mr. Hyde " would suddenly appear.

I was physically afraid of my own mother yet desperately needed her love and

approval; repetitive psychological torture plus physical abuse alternating with

rescue/kindness resulted in extreme trauma-bonding for me.

My mother's bpd and npd behaviors virtually *guaranteed* psychological injury to

both my Sister and me, but because our mother was/is high-functioning and our

injuries were not physically apparent, the abuse continued as our " normal " ,

unchallenged and unrelenting, throughout our growing-up years.

-Annie

> > >

> > > Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from

> > birth with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

> > >

> > > I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be

> > abusive, controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much

> > much worse to her own defenseless chidlren.

> > >

> > >

> > > In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the

> > following questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What

> > do you wish other people understood about what it's like to live with

> > someone who has BPD? c)What did you need from other adults who were aware

> > that something wasn't " right " about your parent with BPD?

> > > >

> > > > Thank you for contributing.

> > > >

> > > > KT

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

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For me, having a bpd/npd mother was like living with " Dr. Jekyll " and never

knowing when or why the terrifying " Mr. Hyde " would suddenly appear.

I was physically afraid of my own mother yet desperately needed her love and

approval; repetitive psychological torture plus physical abuse alternating with

rescue/kindness resulted in extreme trauma-bonding for me.

My mother's bpd and npd behaviors virtually *guaranteed* psychological injury to

both my Sister and me, but because our mother was/is high-functioning and our

injuries were not physically apparent, the abuse continued as our " normal " ,

unchallenged and unrelenting, throughout our growing-up years.

-Annie

> > >

> > > Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from

> > birth with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

> > >

> > > I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be

> > abusive, controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much

> > much worse to her own defenseless chidlren.

> > >

> > >

> > > In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the

> > following questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What

> > do you wish other people understood about what it's like to live with

> > someone who has BPD? c)What did you need from other adults who were aware

> > that something wasn't " right " about your parent with BPD?

> > > >

> > > > Thank you for contributing.

> > > >

> > > > KT

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

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For me, having a bpd/npd mother was like living with " Dr. Jekyll " and never

knowing when or why the terrifying " Mr. Hyde " would suddenly appear.

I was physically afraid of my own mother yet desperately needed her love and

approval; repetitive psychological torture plus physical abuse alternating with

rescue/kindness resulted in extreme trauma-bonding for me.

My mother's bpd and npd behaviors virtually *guaranteed* psychological injury to

both my Sister and me, but because our mother was/is high-functioning and our

injuries were not physically apparent, the abuse continued as our " normal " ,

unchallenged and unrelenting, throughout our growing-up years.

-Annie

> > >

> > > Having a parent with BPD is the equivalent of being locked in jail from

> > birth with a screaming, manipulative, crazy, violent cellmate.

> > >

> > > I needed other adults to care enough to realise that if a woman can be

> > abusive, controlling, paranoid and manipulative to you - she will be much

> > much worse to her own defenseless chidlren.

> > >

> > >

> > > In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the

> > following questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What

> > do you wish other people understood about what it's like to live with

> > someone who has BPD? c)What did you need from other adults who were aware

> > that something wasn't " right " about your parent with BPD?

> > > >

> > > > Thank you for contributing.

> > > >

> > > > KT

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

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> I have a recurring nightmare of being trapped inside the house where I was

> raised. Doors and windows are sealed up and there is nada, looming over me.

> . . hell on earth

Wow, I have this exact same nightmare!

Casey

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> I have a recurring nightmare of being trapped inside the house where I was

> raised. Doors and windows are sealed up and there is nada, looming over me.

> . . hell on earth

Wow, I have this exact same nightmare!

Casey

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> I have a recurring nightmare of being trapped inside the house where I was

> raised. Doors and windows are sealed up and there is nada, looming over me.

> . . hell on earth

Wow, I have this exact same nightmare!

Casey

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KT:

Overall, there is a general lack of comprehension/acceptance that BPDs have a

compulsive need to harm their children. BPDs, are the predators of the human

race, and their existence is *real*. So:

for (B), I wish other people would understand that BPDs have a real and

dangerous need to harm their children, even though they also need to deny that

and cover it up--especially in their own conscious minds.

If there can just be an acceptance that BPDs are predators, that their life's

blood comes from feeding on vulnerably prey, then a lot more progress could flow

from there.

There also needs to be an understanding that every BPD has their own unique

projection-themes, that they will spend a lifetime obsessively attempting to

inflict upon their children. This will be whatever the BPD is terrified of

being, whether it be powerless, poor, unpopular, unsuccessful professionally,

overweight, sick....I could go on. I have seen many themes on this board and in

real life over the years. When the child is split black (like me), the constant

toxic projections act like a paralyzing venom. So, for (a), I'd say:

(a) a child living with a borderline feels a constant stream of poisonous,

paralyzing venom inserted into her bloodstream, without understanding its

source, or how to purge it.

--ChhC

>

> I was thinking of writing a guest post on a friend's private blog about what

it's like to have a parent with BPD. I was wondering if any of you would like

to contribute your thoughts. I would like to list some quotes at the end of the

article. I would quote you anonymously or by the first two letters of your

screen name. If you would like to help, here's what I'm looking for:

>

> In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the following

questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What do you wish

other people understood about what it's like to live with someone who has BPD?

c)What did you need from other adults who were aware that something wasn't

" right " about your parent with BPD?

>

> Thank you for contributing.

>

> KT

>

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KT:

Overall, there is a general lack of comprehension/acceptance that BPDs have a

compulsive need to harm their children. BPDs, are the predators of the human

race, and their existence is *real*. So:

for (B), I wish other people would understand that BPDs have a real and

dangerous need to harm their children, even though they also need to deny that

and cover it up--especially in their own conscious minds.

If there can just be an acceptance that BPDs are predators, that their life's

blood comes from feeding on vulnerably prey, then a lot more progress could flow

from there.

There also needs to be an understanding that every BPD has their own unique

projection-themes, that they will spend a lifetime obsessively attempting to

inflict upon their children. This will be whatever the BPD is terrified of

being, whether it be powerless, poor, unpopular, unsuccessful professionally,

overweight, sick....I could go on. I have seen many themes on this board and in

real life over the years. When the child is split black (like me), the constant

toxic projections act like a paralyzing venom. So, for (a), I'd say:

(a) a child living with a borderline feels a constant stream of poisonous,

paralyzing venom inserted into her bloodstream, without understanding its

source, or how to purge it.

--ChhC

>

> I was thinking of writing a guest post on a friend's private blog about what

it's like to have a parent with BPD. I was wondering if any of you would like

to contribute your thoughts. I would like to list some quotes at the end of the

article. I would quote you anonymously or by the first two letters of your

screen name. If you would like to help, here's what I'm looking for:

>

> In three lines or less (on this yahoo text box), answer one of the following

questions. a) How does it feel to have a parent with BPD? b)What do you wish

other people understood about what it's like to live with someone who has BPD?

c)What did you need from other adults who were aware that something wasn't

" right " about your parent with BPD?

>

> Thank you for contributing.

>

> KT

>

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There are two ways that I have described living with nada.

1.) I feel like I am being held underwater by this gigantic hand, always

wondering what was worse: death or being allowed to come above the water to hear

her screaming.

2.) Like feeling sick on a merry-go-round, with no slowdown, stop or get off

button.

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There are two ways that I have described living with nada.

1.) I feel like I am being held underwater by this gigantic hand, always

wondering what was worse: death or being allowed to come above the water to hear

her screaming.

2.) Like feeling sick on a merry-go-round, with no slowdown, stop or get off

button.

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There are two ways that I have described living with nada.

1.) I feel like I am being held underwater by this gigantic hand, always

wondering what was worse: death or being allowed to come above the water to hear

her screaming.

2.) Like feeling sick on a merry-go-round, with no slowdown, stop or get off

button.

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1) Feeling like I've got a leg in a bear trap in the middle of nowhere and the

only way free is to cut my own leg off at which point I'll bleed to death.

2) Feeling like I'm lost in the desert and my only source of water is poisoned.

3) Feeling like I'm trying to get through life while dragging heavy weights

behind me.

>

> There are two ways that I have described living with nada.

>

> 1.) I feel like I am being held underwater by this gigantic hand, always

wondering what was worse: death or being allowed to come above the water to hear

her screaming.

>

> 2.) Like feeling sick on a merry-go-round, with no slowdown, stop or get off

button.

>

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1) Feeling like I've got a leg in a bear trap in the middle of nowhere and the

only way free is to cut my own leg off at which point I'll bleed to death.

2) Feeling like I'm lost in the desert and my only source of water is poisoned.

3) Feeling like I'm trying to get through life while dragging heavy weights

behind me.

>

> There are two ways that I have described living with nada.

>

> 1.) I feel like I am being held underwater by this gigantic hand, always

wondering what was worse: death or being allowed to come above the water to hear

her screaming.

>

> 2.) Like feeling sick on a merry-go-round, with no slowdown, stop or get off

button.

>

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> 2. I wish people would understand that I have had an enormous weight on me for

my entire life and every effort I make in life is with that huge weight added

for resistance.

Hell yeah, ! I've felt this frustration my whole life that people don't

get it what I've overcome and still live with. It especially enrages me when I

feel like I'm lifting 100 lbs. (with an invisible 500 stacked on so I've really

got 600) and some person who's had all the advantages is lifting 150 lbs. and

telling me " work harder...put your back into it, if I can do it you can do it! "

and " Oh here maybe if you read this book about how to be happy you'll stop

psyching yourself out and be able to lift 150 with ease like me! "

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