Terrorist plots, intrigue, Columbo, and Thanksgiving

[Guest guest]

My new friends,

Once again I feel that I’ve met kindred spirits since joining this group! So

many of us are enduring the same situations----only the minute details are

changed.

The scenarios with terrorist plotting, detective work, etc., and the BPD parent

ending up being the hero of their intervention story are eerily familiar. It

seems to be a manifestation of the higher-functioning people with BPD, and feeds

into their narcissistic tendencies (to be the hero).

Some years ago, during a NC period with the nada, she learned that I was doing

volunteer work with the local agency with helps people with HIV/Aids. She sent

me a letter telling me all about a mission trip she had organized to Africa, to

give AZT (one of the medications used to treat HIV/Aids) to needy Africans. She

went into great detail (too much detail, which she always does when lying) about

how she had gathered vials of the drug and syringes to give the needs folks

their shots. Never mind that AZT was a medication which had to be taken daily,

and to the best of my knowledge, was only available in pill/capsule form. Poor

nada seemed to believe that she was going to give these folks their AZT shots,

and they would live happily ever after...... Never mind that Nada was not a

doctor, a nurse, nor had she ever worked in the medical field. She was going to

save the continent of Africa with her shots.

I did learn from my sister that Mother did indeed take a vacation in Egypt (yep,

in Africa), where she stayed in a luxury hotel and had photos taken with the

usual camels, pyramids, and antiquities within Egypt’s museums. The trip

seemed a bit different from the life-saving pilgrimage she had described. *evil

grin* While I’m not sure of her reason for concocting this crazy adventure, I

have to wonder if it wasn’t designed to establish some sort of common ground

with me (through deception) and draw me out of the NC state.

Thanksgivings are horrific with the Nada lady----I decline her invitation

(command) to appear, and am grateful for that decision. She always creates some

sort of unpleasantness with whomever is masochistic enough to appear. I’ve

been the target of her Thanksgiving wrath in the past, and am no longer willing

to be such. Instead, for the past six years, I have a group of loving

supportive friends who hold our Thanksgiving dinner on Friday, after people’s

family obligations are concluded. We have a big, beautiful meal, with each

person bringing a dish to share, in addition to the Turkey, stuffing/dressing,

homemade cranberry sauce, and sweet potatoes I and my dear friend/cohost

provide. We usually have 15 – 20 people, and this celebration has turned a

holiday I loathed and dreaded into one I look forward to each year! I eat the

delicious food, enjoy the warm and terrific company, and don’t end the day

with a knot in my stomach, as I did for so many years.... For this, I am very

Thankful.

Take care,

[Guest guest]

Biograhpies with happy ending are always my favorite reads! Well done !

MB