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Hi to all. I read posts, mostly, but I've read so many of your

posts now, it just takes my breath away to see how many

nada behaviors we all have experienced in common:

I too am writing what I call a " retro diary " detailing all my

memories of abuse.

I tried to run away from home, as a pre-schooler.

When we were little, my sister and I would get screamed at,

slapped in the face, hit with a belt, and verbally battered for minor

things, like not folding the towels properly or not understanding

how to dress ourselves. Yet, when my sister was raped as a

young teen, did nada or dad become enraged, call the police,

have the wretched little bastards who raped my sister arrested or

take their parents to court? Nope. They just decided to " let it

pass. "

Everything had to look perfect in nada's home in case a neighbor

should drop by. None ever did.

She dressed us well, we looked like perfect little dolls. But I was

not allowed to choose my own clothes or hairstyle; I had to go to

war to get this privilege as a teen. Nada pouted for a long, long

time over this. My teen years were rough. I was made to feel

inept and inadequate on many levels.

She refused to teach me anything, like how to cook or sew, and I

rarely even got to help her prepare any food, because " I made

her too nervous and made too much mess. "

Nada says she was dyslexic, and never enjoyed reading.

I was the " good " child, and my sister was the " scapegoat. "

I had/have no privacy of person. Nada still takes any opportunity

to try and see me naked. Its especially humiliating because I am

very fat and she isn't.

After I moved out of my parents' home to live on my own, she

would proudly give me discarded, damaged things or smelly,

stained clothes she had bought for a quarter at a garage sale.

Or, she would surprise me with a new, expensive item without

even asking me if it was something I wanted, needed, or liked.

If I am visiting, she will invariably ask me if I want to play cards.

I

have never liked to play cards, and always say no, thanks, I don't

like to play cards. But she will always ask, every time. It just

occured to me that I could say " Gee, mom, I guess that

Alzheimers thing is kicking in for you. You've forgotten that I've

never enjoyed card games, haven't you? " She is very proud of

her memory and doesn't like to admit that she is old, so that

comment might do the trick.

She decided to move to a smaller home, and asked me if I

particularly wanted any of her furniture or things. When I told her

the pieces I would like, guess what? Those are the ones she

decided to keep and use.

If I call her on the phone, she'll talk non-stop for a half-hour

without even asking why I called.

If I have any little accomplishment or success story to share with

her, she will either inflate it beyond all believability to her

friends

and relatives, or she will say that's nice, but so-and-so is

famous. Why aren't you famous?

I think my nada has a lot of narcissism mixed in with the BPD.

Dad went through life wearing reality-proof goggles. He drank

himself to death at a relatively young age. He let mom have

complete control of us kids, and very rarely spoke up about the

way she treated us.

She's a little better now that she's elderly (she is unable to

physically abuse us anymore) but she is still a master of the

" sneak self-esteem attack " , the " guilt trip " , and the

" You are my robot-servant. " routine.

I am successful professionally, but I recognize now that I am and

probably have been depressed my entire life. I never married or

had kids. I am terrified of intimacy, but I am in the process of

becoming an adult, in middle age. I am grateful for these lists

and reading about how all of you are dealing with your nadas

and fadas. I want a chance at some bliss, too.

DollyHy, aka toonergal

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I was deeply touched by what you wrote DollyHy

Yes our stories really are too similar...

Like our parents went to the same course in how to lay guilt trips on

their kids...

I am trying to break loose and also avoid bp/dysfunctional men in the

future. The problem is I am not sure how to detect them, so I

mistrust most humans...

Pirjo

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I was deeply touched by what you wrote DollyHy

Yes our stories really are too similar...

Like our parents went to the same course in how to lay guilt trips on

their kids...

I am trying to break loose and also avoid bp/dysfunctional men in the

future. The problem is I am not sure how to detect them, so I

mistrust most humans...

Pirjo

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I was deeply touched by what you wrote DollyHy

Yes our stories really are too similar...

Like our parents went to the same course in how to lay guilt trips on

their kids...

I am trying to break loose and also avoid bp/dysfunctional men in the

future. The problem is I am not sure how to detect them, so I

mistrust most humans...

Pirjo

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Hi Pirjo/vinna,

Thanks for your reply; that was very kind of you. I too have been

reading your posts and can understand your fear of getting close

to people. My experience growing up was that personal things I

shared with other people, especially nada, would probably be

used as a weapon to humiliate me with later. She loved to

ridicule anything that differed from her tastes and opinions (and

still does.)

On the subject of men:

I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene. I

have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

do.

-DollyHy

> I was deeply touched by what you wrote DollyHy

> Yes our stories really are too similar...

> Like our parents went to the same course in how to lay guilt

trips on

> their kids...

> I am trying to break loose and also avoid bp/dysfunctional men

in the

> future. The problem is I am not sure how to detect them, so I

> mistrust most humans...

> Pirjo

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What is it with Nadas' trying to see their children naked? My nada does the

same thing, it is weird and humiliating. Also, I am in the process of

setting the first boundries with her. For example, I don't return her phone

calls and I don't go out with her unless it is a family affair. How did

your Nadas react when you cut them loose? I am afraid mine is going to try

to hurt herself to make me feel guilty or the abuse that I experienced as a

child could not compared to what she has in store for me now that I have

turned my back to her. Help I am scared of what the next steps will bring!

>From: toonergal@...

>Reply-To: ModOasis

>To: ModOasis

>Subject: Sadly, so many things in common

>Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 21:40:05 -0000

>

>Hi to all. I read posts, mostly, but I've read so many of your

>posts now, it just takes my breath away to see how many

>nada behaviors we all have experienced in common:

>

>I too am writing what I call a " retro diary " detailing all my

>memories of abuse.

>

>I tried to run away from home, as a pre-schooler.

>

>When we were little, my sister and I would get screamed at,

>slapped in the face, hit with a belt, and verbally battered for minor

>things, like not folding the towels properly or not understanding

>how to dress ourselves. Yet, when my sister was raped as a

>young teen, did nada or dad become enraged, call the police,

>have the wretched little bastards who raped my sister arrested or

>take their parents to court? Nope. They just decided to " let it

>pass. "

>

>Everything had to look perfect in nada's home in case a neighbor

>should drop by. None ever did.

>

>She dressed us well, we looked like perfect little dolls. But I was

>not allowed to choose my own clothes or hairstyle; I had to go to

>war to get this privilege as a teen. Nada pouted for a long, long

>time over this. My teen years were rough. I was made to feel

>inept and inadequate on many levels.

>

>She refused to teach me anything, like how to cook or sew, and I

>rarely even got to help her prepare any food, because " I made

>her too nervous and made too much mess. "

>

>Nada says she was dyslexic, and never enjoyed reading.

>

>I was the " good " child, and my sister was the " scapegoat. "

>

>I had/have no privacy of person. Nada still takes any opportunity

>to try and see me naked. Its especially humiliating because I am

>very fat and she isn't.

>

>After I moved out of my parents' home to live on my own, she

>would proudly give me discarded, damaged things or smelly,

>stained clothes she had bought for a quarter at a garage sale.

>Or, she would surprise me with a new, expensive item without

>even asking me if it was something I wanted, needed, or liked.

>

>If I am visiting, she will invariably ask me if I want to play cards.

> I

>have never liked to play cards, and always say no, thanks, I don't

>like to play cards. But she will always ask, every time. It just

>occured to me that I could say " Gee, mom, I guess that

>Alzheimers thing is kicking in for you. You've forgotten that I've

>never enjoyed card games, haven't you? " She is very proud of

>her memory and doesn't like to admit that she is old, so that

>comment might do the trick.

>

>She decided to move to a smaller home, and asked me if I

>particularly wanted any of her furniture or things. When I told her

>the pieces I would like, guess what? Those are the ones she

>decided to keep and use.

>

>If I call her on the phone, she'll talk non-stop for a half-hour

>without even asking why I called.

>

>If I have any little accomplishment or success story to share with

>her, she will either inflate it beyond all believability to her

>friends

>and relatives, or she will say that's nice, but so-and-so is

>famous. Why aren't you famous?

>

>I think my nada has a lot of narcissism mixed in with the BPD.

>Dad went through life wearing reality-proof goggles. He drank

>himself to death at a relatively young age. He let mom have

>complete control of us kids, and very rarely spoke up about the

>way she treated us.

>

>She's a little better now that she's elderly (she is unable to

>physically abuse us anymore) but she is still a master of the

> " sneak self-esteem attack " , the " guilt trip " , and the

> " You are my robot-servant. " routine.

>

>I am successful professionally, but I recognize now that I am and

>probably have been depressed my entire life. I never married or

>had kids. I am terrified of intimacy, but I am in the process of

>becoming an adult, in middle age. I am grateful for these lists

>and reading about how all of you are dealing with your nadas

>and fadas. I want a chance at some bliss, too.

>

>DollyHy, aka toonergal

>

>

>

>

>

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What is it with Nadas' trying to see their children naked? My nada does the

same thing, it is weird and humiliating. Also, I am in the process of

setting the first boundries with her. For example, I don't return her phone

calls and I don't go out with her unless it is a family affair. How did

your Nadas react when you cut them loose? I am afraid mine is going to try

to hurt herself to make me feel guilty or the abuse that I experienced as a

child could not compared to what she has in store for me now that I have

turned my back to her. Help I am scared of what the next steps will bring!

>From: toonergal@...

>Reply-To: ModOasis

>To: ModOasis

>Subject: Sadly, so many things in common

>Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 21:40:05 -0000

>

>Hi to all. I read posts, mostly, but I've read so many of your

>posts now, it just takes my breath away to see how many

>nada behaviors we all have experienced in common:

>

>I too am writing what I call a " retro diary " detailing all my

>memories of abuse.

>

>I tried to run away from home, as a pre-schooler.

>

>When we were little, my sister and I would get screamed at,

>slapped in the face, hit with a belt, and verbally battered for minor

>things, like not folding the towels properly or not understanding

>how to dress ourselves. Yet, when my sister was raped as a

>young teen, did nada or dad become enraged, call the police,

>have the wretched little bastards who raped my sister arrested or

>take their parents to court? Nope. They just decided to " let it

>pass. "

>

>Everything had to look perfect in nada's home in case a neighbor

>should drop by. None ever did.

>

>She dressed us well, we looked like perfect little dolls. But I was

>not allowed to choose my own clothes or hairstyle; I had to go to

>war to get this privilege as a teen. Nada pouted for a long, long

>time over this. My teen years were rough. I was made to feel

>inept and inadequate on many levels.

>

>She refused to teach me anything, like how to cook or sew, and I

>rarely even got to help her prepare any food, because " I made

>her too nervous and made too much mess. "

>

>Nada says she was dyslexic, and never enjoyed reading.

>

>I was the " good " child, and my sister was the " scapegoat. "

>

>I had/have no privacy of person. Nada still takes any opportunity

>to try and see me naked. Its especially humiliating because I am

>very fat and she isn't.

>

>After I moved out of my parents' home to live on my own, she

>would proudly give me discarded, damaged things or smelly,

>stained clothes she had bought for a quarter at a garage sale.

>Or, she would surprise me with a new, expensive item without

>even asking me if it was something I wanted, needed, or liked.

>

>If I am visiting, she will invariably ask me if I want to play cards.

> I

>have never liked to play cards, and always say no, thanks, I don't

>like to play cards. But she will always ask, every time. It just

>occured to me that I could say " Gee, mom, I guess that

>Alzheimers thing is kicking in for you. You've forgotten that I've

>never enjoyed card games, haven't you? " She is very proud of

>her memory and doesn't like to admit that she is old, so that

>comment might do the trick.

>

>She decided to move to a smaller home, and asked me if I

>particularly wanted any of her furniture or things. When I told her

>the pieces I would like, guess what? Those are the ones she

>decided to keep and use.

>

>If I call her on the phone, she'll talk non-stop for a half-hour

>without even asking why I called.

>

>If I have any little accomplishment or success story to share with

>her, she will either inflate it beyond all believability to her

>friends

>and relatives, or she will say that's nice, but so-and-so is

>famous. Why aren't you famous?

>

>I think my nada has a lot of narcissism mixed in with the BPD.

>Dad went through life wearing reality-proof goggles. He drank

>himself to death at a relatively young age. He let mom have

>complete control of us kids, and very rarely spoke up about the

>way she treated us.

>

>She's a little better now that she's elderly (she is unable to

>physically abuse us anymore) but she is still a master of the

> " sneak self-esteem attack " , the " guilt trip " , and the

> " You are my robot-servant. " routine.

>

>I am successful professionally, but I recognize now that I am and

>probably have been depressed my entire life. I never married or

>had kids. I am terrified of intimacy, but I am in the process of

>becoming an adult, in middle age. I am grateful for these lists

>and reading about how all of you are dealing with your nadas

>and fadas. I want a chance at some bliss, too.

>

>DollyHy, aka toonergal

>

>

>

>

>

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What is it with Nadas' trying to see their children naked? My nada does the

same thing, it is weird and humiliating. Also, I am in the process of

setting the first boundries with her. For example, I don't return her phone

calls and I don't go out with her unless it is a family affair. How did

your Nadas react when you cut them loose? I am afraid mine is going to try

to hurt herself to make me feel guilty or the abuse that I experienced as a

child could not compared to what she has in store for me now that I have

turned my back to her. Help I am scared of what the next steps will bring!

>From: toonergal@...

>Reply-To: ModOasis

>To: ModOasis

>Subject: Sadly, so many things in common

>Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 21:40:05 -0000

>

>Hi to all. I read posts, mostly, but I've read so many of your

>posts now, it just takes my breath away to see how many

>nada behaviors we all have experienced in common:

>

>I too am writing what I call a " retro diary " detailing all my

>memories of abuse.

>

>I tried to run away from home, as a pre-schooler.

>

>When we were little, my sister and I would get screamed at,

>slapped in the face, hit with a belt, and verbally battered for minor

>things, like not folding the towels properly or not understanding

>how to dress ourselves. Yet, when my sister was raped as a

>young teen, did nada or dad become enraged, call the police,

>have the wretched little bastards who raped my sister arrested or

>take their parents to court? Nope. They just decided to " let it

>pass. "

>

>Everything had to look perfect in nada's home in case a neighbor

>should drop by. None ever did.

>

>She dressed us well, we looked like perfect little dolls. But I was

>not allowed to choose my own clothes or hairstyle; I had to go to

>war to get this privilege as a teen. Nada pouted for a long, long

>time over this. My teen years were rough. I was made to feel

>inept and inadequate on many levels.

>

>She refused to teach me anything, like how to cook or sew, and I

>rarely even got to help her prepare any food, because " I made

>her too nervous and made too much mess. "

>

>Nada says she was dyslexic, and never enjoyed reading.

>

>I was the " good " child, and my sister was the " scapegoat. "

>

>I had/have no privacy of person. Nada still takes any opportunity

>to try and see me naked. Its especially humiliating because I am

>very fat and she isn't.

>

>After I moved out of my parents' home to live on my own, she

>would proudly give me discarded, damaged things or smelly,

>stained clothes she had bought for a quarter at a garage sale.

>Or, she would surprise me with a new, expensive item without

>even asking me if it was something I wanted, needed, or liked.

>

>If I am visiting, she will invariably ask me if I want to play cards.

> I

>have never liked to play cards, and always say no, thanks, I don't

>like to play cards. But she will always ask, every time. It just

>occured to me that I could say " Gee, mom, I guess that

>Alzheimers thing is kicking in for you. You've forgotten that I've

>never enjoyed card games, haven't you? " She is very proud of

>her memory and doesn't like to admit that she is old, so that

>comment might do the trick.

>

>She decided to move to a smaller home, and asked me if I

>particularly wanted any of her furniture or things. When I told her

>the pieces I would like, guess what? Those are the ones she

>decided to keep and use.

>

>If I call her on the phone, she'll talk non-stop for a half-hour

>without even asking why I called.

>

>If I have any little accomplishment or success story to share with

>her, she will either inflate it beyond all believability to her

>friends

>and relatives, or she will say that's nice, but so-and-so is

>famous. Why aren't you famous?

>

>I think my nada has a lot of narcissism mixed in with the BPD.

>Dad went through life wearing reality-proof goggles. He drank

>himself to death at a relatively young age. He let mom have

>complete control of us kids, and very rarely spoke up about the

>way she treated us.

>

>She's a little better now that she's elderly (she is unable to

>physically abuse us anymore) but she is still a master of the

> " sneak self-esteem attack " , the " guilt trip " , and the

> " You are my robot-servant. " routine.

>

>I am successful professionally, but I recognize now that I am and

>probably have been depressed my entire life. I never married or

>had kids. I am terrified of intimacy, but I am in the process of

>becoming an adult, in middle age. I am grateful for these lists

>and reading about how all of you are dealing with your nadas

>and fadas. I want a chance at some bliss, too.

>

>DollyHy, aka toonergal

>

>

>

>

>

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Hi DollyHy

Having children is too late for me - I am fifty. I had a son for

eighteen years and did enjoy that - until he drowned ten years ago).

I would like to find someone nice and safe and empathic to spend

weekends and holidays with... Not necessarily live with...

As a have lost my physical health in all this I need to spend a lot

of time alone in peace and quiet to recuperate...

Pirjo

> On the subject of men:

> I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

> easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene. I

> have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

> you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

> a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

> do.

> -DollyHy

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Hi DollyHy

Having children is too late for me - I am fifty. I had a son for

eighteen years and did enjoy that - until he drowned ten years ago).

I would like to find someone nice and safe and empathic to spend

weekends and holidays with... Not necessarily live with...

As a have lost my physical health in all this I need to spend a lot

of time alone in peace and quiet to recuperate...

Pirjo

> On the subject of men:

> I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

> easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene. I

> have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

> you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

> a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

> do.

> -DollyHy

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Hi DollyHy

Having children is too late for me - I am fifty. I had a son for

eighteen years and did enjoy that - until he drowned ten years ago).

I would like to find someone nice and safe and empathic to spend

weekends and holidays with... Not necessarily live with...

As a have lost my physical health in all this I need to spend a lot

of time alone in peace and quiet to recuperate...

Pirjo

> On the subject of men:

> I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

> easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene. I

> have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

> you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

> a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

> do.

> -DollyHy

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Hi Pirjo and DollyHy,

Ahhhh yes, I remember my 50th birthday. That was when I realized that I

had never done anything for fun, never went anywhere, never bought

myself anything soooooooo I bought myself a motorcycle for my 50th

birthday. My son about flipped! Almost killed myself on it before I

finally sold it but what a fantastic sense of freedom to be cruising on

the open road. Lotsa good memories. That was long before I ever heard

the words borderline personality disorder.

I didn't know on my 50th birthday what my future was going to be like.

I'd had a heart condition most of my life, from rheumatic fever at the

age of 16, that limited the physical stuff I could be involved in. And,

I wasn't supposed to have kids because of the heart condition but I had

two. So, on the big five-oh, I just didn't want to die without ever

having bought myself a real 'toy'. <g>

My hypervigilance and PTSD quietly disappeared while on this list, two

years after learning about BPD. Then my tachycardias (erratic heart

beats) stopped and I was able to give up the medication that regulated

my heart beat. My heart beat had been 'driven' by the adrenalin coursing

through my veins from a lifetime of fight-or-flight reactions under

stress that had resulted in the hypervigilance and PTSD. And,

simultaneously I had been in depression for my whole life, but I didn't

know that -- until it lifted.

One significant realization on my path to healing was my finally

understooding that I had been abused. I didn't even know what abuse was.

What I now recognize as abuse, from my nada and my BP hubby, was

" normal " to me. I also didn't know that I was co-dependent. I just

thought I was a kind, empathetic, honest, honorable, sincere, loving,

god-fearing human being who was tuned into other's needs and comfort.

I'd always been concerned with taking care of others and I had never

learned to take care of myself. I was SELF-sacrificing. But, as I found

out, its not supposed to work that way in the real world.

Being on these lists was the best thing that ever happened to me. Like

you guys are validating each other and being supportive. This is the

best medicine in the world. It takes awhile for our KO heads and hearts

to finally " get it " but, trust me, it WILL happen. Just keep posting.

Hugs,

Edith

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Hi DollyHy

Having children is too late for me - I am fifty. I had a son for

eighteen years and did enjoy that - until he drowned ten years ago).

I would like to find someone nice and safe and empathic to spend

weekends and holidays with... Not necessarily live with...

As a have lost my physical health in all this I need to spend a lot

of time alone in peace and quiet to recuperate...

Pirjo

>>

> On the subject of men:

> I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

> easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene. I

> have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

> you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

> a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

> do.

> -DollyHy

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Hi Pirjo and DollyHy,

Ahhhh yes, I remember my 50th birthday. That was when I realized that I

had never done anything for fun, never went anywhere, never bought

myself anything soooooooo I bought myself a motorcycle for my 50th

birthday. My son about flipped! Almost killed myself on it before I

finally sold it but what a fantastic sense of freedom to be cruising on

the open road. Lotsa good memories. That was long before I ever heard

the words borderline personality disorder.

I didn't know on my 50th birthday what my future was going to be like.

I'd had a heart condition most of my life, from rheumatic fever at the

age of 16, that limited the physical stuff I could be involved in. And,

I wasn't supposed to have kids because of the heart condition but I had

two. So, on the big five-oh, I just didn't want to die without ever

having bought myself a real 'toy'. <g>

My hypervigilance and PTSD quietly disappeared while on this list, two

years after learning about BPD. Then my tachycardias (erratic heart

beats) stopped and I was able to give up the medication that regulated

my heart beat. My heart beat had been 'driven' by the adrenalin coursing

through my veins from a lifetime of fight-or-flight reactions under

stress that had resulted in the hypervigilance and PTSD. And,

simultaneously I had been in depression for my whole life, but I didn't

know that -- until it lifted.

One significant realization on my path to healing was my finally

understooding that I had been abused. I didn't even know what abuse was.

What I now recognize as abuse, from my nada and my BP hubby, was

" normal " to me. I also didn't know that I was co-dependent. I just

thought I was a kind, empathetic, honest, honorable, sincere, loving,

god-fearing human being who was tuned into other's needs and comfort.

I'd always been concerned with taking care of others and I had never

learned to take care of myself. I was SELF-sacrificing. But, as I found

out, its not supposed to work that way in the real world.

Being on these lists was the best thing that ever happened to me. Like

you guys are validating each other and being supportive. This is the

best medicine in the world. It takes awhile for our KO heads and hearts

to finally " get it " but, trust me, it WILL happen. Just keep posting.

Hugs,

Edith

<<

Hi DollyHy

Having children is too late for me - I am fifty. I had a son for

eighteen years and did enjoy that - until he drowned ten years ago).

I would like to find someone nice and safe and empathic to spend

weekends and holidays with... Not necessarily live with...

As a have lost my physical health in all this I need to spend a lot

of time alone in peace and quiet to recuperate...

Pirjo

>>

> On the subject of men:

> I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

> easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene. I

> have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

> you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

> a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

> do.

> -DollyHy

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Hi Pirjo and DollyHy,

Ahhhh yes, I remember my 50th birthday. That was when I realized that I

had never done anything for fun, never went anywhere, never bought

myself anything soooooooo I bought myself a motorcycle for my 50th

birthday. My son about flipped! Almost killed myself on it before I

finally sold it but what a fantastic sense of freedom to be cruising on

the open road. Lotsa good memories. That was long before I ever heard

the words borderline personality disorder.

I didn't know on my 50th birthday what my future was going to be like.

I'd had a heart condition most of my life, from rheumatic fever at the

age of 16, that limited the physical stuff I could be involved in. And,

I wasn't supposed to have kids because of the heart condition but I had

two. So, on the big five-oh, I just didn't want to die without ever

having bought myself a real 'toy'. <g>

My hypervigilance and PTSD quietly disappeared while on this list, two

years after learning about BPD. Then my tachycardias (erratic heart

beats) stopped and I was able to give up the medication that regulated

my heart beat. My heart beat had been 'driven' by the adrenalin coursing

through my veins from a lifetime of fight-or-flight reactions under

stress that had resulted in the hypervigilance and PTSD. And,

simultaneously I had been in depression for my whole life, but I didn't

know that -- until it lifted.

One significant realization on my path to healing was my finally

understooding that I had been abused. I didn't even know what abuse was.

What I now recognize as abuse, from my nada and my BP hubby, was

" normal " to me. I also didn't know that I was co-dependent. I just

thought I was a kind, empathetic, honest, honorable, sincere, loving,

god-fearing human being who was tuned into other's needs and comfort.

I'd always been concerned with taking care of others and I had never

learned to take care of myself. I was SELF-sacrificing. But, as I found

out, its not supposed to work that way in the real world.

Being on these lists was the best thing that ever happened to me. Like

you guys are validating each other and being supportive. This is the

best medicine in the world. It takes awhile for our KO heads and hearts

to finally " get it " but, trust me, it WILL happen. Just keep posting.

Hugs,

Edith

<<

Hi DollyHy

Having children is too late for me - I am fifty. I had a son for

eighteen years and did enjoy that - until he drowned ten years ago).

I would like to find someone nice and safe and empathic to spend

weekends and holidays with... Not necessarily live with...

As a have lost my physical health in all this I need to spend a lot

of time alone in peace and quiet to recuperate...

Pirjo

>>

> On the subject of men:

> I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

> easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene. I

> have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

> you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

> a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

> do.

> -DollyHy

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> > On the subject of men:

> > I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

> > easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene.

I

> > have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

> > you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

> > a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

> > do.

> > -DollyHy

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> > On the subject of men:

> > I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

> > easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene.

I

> > have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

> > you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

> > a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

> > do.

> > -DollyHy

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> > On the subject of men:

> > I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder more

> > easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene.

I

> > have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope that

> > you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to recognize

> > a good man to marry and have children with, like normal people

> > do.

> > -DollyHy

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Wow, we are almost exactly the same age, too! I am sorry to

hear that you did have a son who died as a young adult. That

has got to be the worst thing in the world to experience: the death

of one's child. So tragic. I don't know how people survive

something like that, emotionally. I can understand why you need

a lot of time alone to heal. I was a basket case after Dad died.

I began to crave time alone when I was a young teen. It was a

heavenly feeling to be in the house alone: no nada watching my

every move and criticizing it! I crave solitude so much that I never

wanted roomates.

After reading lots of Edith's posts where she is sharing

information from various books (thank you Edith! what an angel

you are) I think that now, even decades later, I exhibit a lot of the

signs of post traumatic stress disorder, (hypervigilance, intense

startle reflex, thinking I wouldn't live very long so why plan

anything, etc.) and co-dependency (people pleaser but unable to

be intimate, compulsive overeating, etc.) The long post

describing three different kinds of dysfunctional families was

very interesting; I think mine was mostly operating in the first

mode: crutch-aholic. with a little of the other two thrown in from

time to time.

Yet, when I share these things, even anonymously in these

posts, it triggers such feelings of... I guess anxiety (it feels like

guilt, and shame) that I begin binge eating and purging. It's like

i'm punishing myself for telling. What if mom finds out I've been

telling thiese things? I can't bring myself to tell a doctor in

person; I tried a few times but when I would get near the point of

describing some of the things, I would just start shaking and

stuttering and couldn't get it out, it was too intense and I couldn't

stop crying while driving home and that was even scarier. I felt

out of control; I'm tearing up now just writing about it.

DollyHy

> > On the subject of men:

> > I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder

more

> > easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene.

I

> > have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope

that

> > you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to

recognize

> > a good man to marry and have children with, like normal

people

> > do.

> > -DollyHy

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Wow, we are almost exactly the same age, too! I am sorry to

hear that you did have a son who died as a young adult. That

has got to be the worst thing in the world to experience: the death

of one's child. So tragic. I don't know how people survive

something like that, emotionally. I can understand why you need

a lot of time alone to heal. I was a basket case after Dad died.

I began to crave time alone when I was a young teen. It was a

heavenly feeling to be in the house alone: no nada watching my

every move and criticizing it! I crave solitude so much that I never

wanted roomates.

After reading lots of Edith's posts where she is sharing

information from various books (thank you Edith! what an angel

you are) I think that now, even decades later, I exhibit a lot of the

signs of post traumatic stress disorder, (hypervigilance, intense

startle reflex, thinking I wouldn't live very long so why plan

anything, etc.) and co-dependency (people pleaser but unable to

be intimate, compulsive overeating, etc.) The long post

describing three different kinds of dysfunctional families was

very interesting; I think mine was mostly operating in the first

mode: crutch-aholic. with a little of the other two thrown in from

time to time.

Yet, when I share these things, even anonymously in these

posts, it triggers such feelings of... I guess anxiety (it feels like

guilt, and shame) that I begin binge eating and purging. It's like

i'm punishing myself for telling. What if mom finds out I've been

telling thiese things? I can't bring myself to tell a doctor in

person; I tried a few times but when I would get near the point of

describing some of the things, I would just start shaking and

stuttering and couldn't get it out, it was too intense and I couldn't

stop crying while driving home and that was even scarier. I felt

out of control; I'm tearing up now just writing about it.

DollyHy

> > On the subject of men:

> > I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder

more

> > easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene.

I

> > have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope

that

> > you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to

recognize

> > a good man to marry and have children with, like normal

people

> > do.

> > -DollyHy

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Wow, we are almost exactly the same age, too! I am sorry to

hear that you did have a son who died as a young adult. That

has got to be the worst thing in the world to experience: the death

of one's child. So tragic. I don't know how people survive

something like that, emotionally. I can understand why you need

a lot of time alone to heal. I was a basket case after Dad died.

I began to crave time alone when I was a young teen. It was a

heavenly feeling to be in the house alone: no nada watching my

every move and criticizing it! I crave solitude so much that I never

wanted roomates.

After reading lots of Edith's posts where she is sharing

information from various books (thank you Edith! what an angel

you are) I think that now, even decades later, I exhibit a lot of the

signs of post traumatic stress disorder, (hypervigilance, intense

startle reflex, thinking I wouldn't live very long so why plan

anything, etc.) and co-dependency (people pleaser but unable to

be intimate, compulsive overeating, etc.) The long post

describing three different kinds of dysfunctional families was

very interesting; I think mine was mostly operating in the first

mode: crutch-aholic. with a little of the other two thrown in from

time to time.

Yet, when I share these things, even anonymously in these

posts, it triggers such feelings of... I guess anxiety (it feels like

guilt, and shame) that I begin binge eating and purging. It's like

i'm punishing myself for telling. What if mom finds out I've been

telling thiese things? I can't bring myself to tell a doctor in

person; I tried a few times but when I would get near the point of

describing some of the things, I would just start shaking and

stuttering and couldn't get it out, it was too intense and I couldn't

stop crying while driving home and that was even scarier. I felt

out of control; I'm tearing up now just writing about it.

DollyHy

> > On the subject of men:

> > I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder

more

> > easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating scene.

I

> > have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope

that

> > you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to

recognize

> > a good man to marry and have children with, like normal

people

> > do.

> > -DollyHy

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This supervigilance is very tiring - it is like I am expecting

catastrophees all the time...

I suppose it comes from being afraid of my parents getting angry and

bhitting me - and at the school I attended during my first three

school years I saw a lot of violence from the teachers to fellow

students - by being supervigilant and obedient I never got hit by

their rulers...

Pirjo, hoping to be less frightened in the future

> > > On the subject of men:

> > > I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder

> more

> > > easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating

scene.

> I

> > > have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope

> that

> > > you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to

> recognize

> > > a good man to marry and have children with, like normal

> people

> > > do.

> > > -DollyHy

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This supervigilance is very tiring - it is like I am expecting

catastrophees all the time...

I suppose it comes from being afraid of my parents getting angry and

bhitting me - and at the school I attended during my first three

school years I saw a lot of violence from the teachers to fellow

students - by being supervigilant and obedient I never got hit by

their rulers...

Pirjo, hoping to be less frightened in the future

> > > On the subject of men:

> > > I think I could recognize a man with a personality disorder

> more

> > > easily now, but I'm kind of old to break in to the dating

scene.

> I

> > > have the impression that you are younger than me, so I hope

> that

> > > you can become emotionally healthy soon and able to

> recognize

> > > a good man to marry and have children with, like normal

> people

> > > do.

> > > -DollyHy

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In a message dated 3/24/01 1:43:59 PM Pacific Standard Time,

toonergal@... writes:

<< Nada still takes any opportunity

to try and see me naked. >>

WHAT is this about? My nada did the same thing. We've talked before about

nadas forbidding KOs to lock bathroom doors and butting in and boundary

issues (or lack of), but I am wondering if anyone has any idea WHY they do

this? Edith?

Lissa

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In a message dated 3/24/01 1:43:59 PM Pacific Standard Time,

toonergal@... writes:

<< Nada still takes any opportunity

to try and see me naked. >>

WHAT is this about? My nada did the same thing. We've talked before about

nadas forbidding KOs to lock bathroom doors and butting in and boundary

issues (or lack of), but I am wondering if anyone has any idea WHY they do

this? Edith?

Lissa

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> << Nada still takes any opportunity

> to try and see me naked. >>

>

>>> WHAT is this about? My nada did the same thing. We've talked

before about nadas forbidding KOs to lock bathroom doors and butting

in and boundary issues (or lack of), but I am wondering if anyone has

any idea WHY they do this? Edith?

>

>>> Lissa<<<

Hi Lissa-

You know what I bet it is? A power issue. They always say that a sex

crime is not about sex, it's about power and control. And nadas want

to control everything. They feel helpless themselves, so they have

this power struggle with the ones who can't fight back, their own

kids. Pretty sad.

Thanks,

Rosemary

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