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Trish,

It could easily, but not necessarily, be a sign of

BPD. To me, it seems to be BPD, channeled through

food. EVERY incident you described, I believe. EVERY

conclusion you’ve made, I think is accurate and smart.

EVERY feeling you have, I and MANY others understand

because we’ve been there. You’ll see that others also

can help provide clarity and support. You’re not

alone.

The dangers to a non-BP, physically, emotionally,

mentally and spiritually, are real. I have one of

those, too, and so do others. I’ve also got a BPD

older brudda who seems even more interested than my

nada in causing me harm. Do whatever you need to do

to take care of yourself with your nada.

One Non-BP Recovering Man

--- tlblack2006 wrote:

> NonBP, in your entry you wrote:

>

> > My entire childhood, my nada plied me with sugary

> and

> > fatty foods. How I didn't end up a Juvenile

> Diabetic

> > and/or 500 pounds, I don't know. Interestingly, I

> > gravitated on my own to some occasionally

> healthier

> > foods. BPD older brudda made sure to constantly

> give

> > me he** for it, with a smirking nada and

> do-nothing

> > NPD step-fada looking on. It happened more with

> > do-nothing dishrag fada. Again, how I survived

> those

> > FOOls, I don't know!

>

>

> I have wondered if this terrible, unhealthy

> eating--and forcing it on others in some way is

> a BP thing also. I'm the only person in my family

> that still doesn't live in my parent's house

> with my nada. Both of my adult brothers have gained

> weight being home--like 50 lbs

> each. I am the only one in my family who is not

> overwieght by at least 50lbs. When I

> started to change the way I eat I got resistance and

> abuse from my nada--she felt hurt if I

> wouldn't eat the way they do, threatened, she tried

> yelling at me and manipulating me to

> eat when I wasn't hungry etc. She actually accused

> me of being anorexic and started

> telling people that are simply acquaintences that I

> was anorexic and getting them to

> intervene (although I am 5'9 " and have never weighed

> less than a healthy 140-145). Even

> my husband, who is not really wise to her ways, has

> noticed her pushing of chocolates and

> other garbage food onto the rest of the fam. He

> thinks she wants to keep us all fat,

> because she is fat!

>

> Also, she has massively affected my body image:

> growing up she said things to me like " at

> your age, I was thinner with bigger breasts. "

> " you're too fat to be a runner, runners are

> thin. "

>

> When I lost 30 lbs to reach my current, healthy

> weight she said, " you'll put it on again

> when you (have kids, get stressed, stop walking

> everywhere) or " you can't be a 'medium' or

> a size '8,' you're too big. " or even more shocking

> " you can't be that small, you brat, I was

> never that small! " She also made critical comments

> about my body and measurements to

> my friends at a party!

>

> Now that she's finally accepted that I'm not going

> to be fat, she seems confused as to how

> thin I actually am. She buys me clothes that are

> TINY, skimpy. She says things like I am

> probably thinner than my cousin--who objectively is

> thinner than me. She says it like

> there's something wrong with my cousin who is a very

> physically fit athelete and is at least

> 5'11 " !

>

> I am glad that I'm not overweight--but I have always

> felt that it causes tension in the

> family--I am known as the family member under

> 200lbs. In addition, althought I know I

> am not overweight, I have a hard time shaking the

> little voice in my head that tells me I

> look fat. It's as if I've allowed my mother to

> convince me of this although I can see the

> scale, check my BMI and see my clothing size. It is

> so hard to shake the programing that

> says I'm fat. And I have this fear that if/when I

> do have kids, I'll get fat after all--and that

> my nada has been right about me all along.

>

> Have you all had similar experiences? Do you think

> this is BPD or possibly some sick-o

> offshoot?

>

> Trish

>

>

>

>

>

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Hi Trish,

I don't know if it is really food that is the BPD issue, or the fact

that you have achieved something she has not, and in this case food

just happens to be involved. You have been successful at something

your mother was unable to do - maintain a healthy weight. Since she

did not do this - and since either you or she is 'wrong' (according

to BPD black/white thinking), she is going out of her way to

discredit you. A healthy mother would be happy about your success

in this area (or any area) and make sure there was healthy,

appropriate food for you when you were home.

Keep on taking care of yourself,

Sylvia

>

> > My entire childhood, my nada plied me with sugary and

> > fatty foods. How I didn't end up a Juvenile Diabetic

> > and/or 500 pounds, I don't know. Interestingly, I

> > gravitated on my own to some occasionally healthier

> > foods. BPD older brudda made sure to constantly give

> > me he** for it, with a smirking nada and do-nothing

> > NPD step-fada looking on. It happened more with

> > do-nothing dishrag fada. Again, how I survived those

> > FOOls, I don't know!

>

>

> I have wondered if this terrible, unhealthy eating--and forcing it

on others in some way is

> a BP thing also. I'm the only person in my family that still

doesn't live in my parent's house

> with my nada. Both of my adult brothers have gained weight being

home--like 50 lbs

> each. I am the only one in my family who is not overwieght by at

least 50lbs. When I

> started to change the way I eat I got resistance and abuse from my

nada--she felt hurt if I

> wouldn't eat the way they do, threatened, she tried yelling at me

and manipulating me to

> eat when I wasn't hungry etc. She actually accused me of being

anorexic and started

> telling people that are simply acquaintences that I was anorexic

and getting them to

> intervene (although I am 5'9 " and have never weighed less than a

healthy 140-145). Even

> my husband, who is not really wise to her ways, has noticed her

pushing of chocolates and

> other garbage food onto the rest of the fam. He thinks she wants

to keep us all fat,

> because she is fat!

>

> Also, she has massively affected my body image: growing up she

said things to me like " at

> your age, I was thinner with bigger breasts. " " you're too fat to

be a runner, runners are

> thin. "

>

> When I lost 30 lbs to reach my current, healthy weight she

said, " you'll put it on again

> when you (have kids, get stressed, stop walking everywhere)

or " you can't be a 'medium' or

> a size '8,' you're too big. " or even more shocking " you can't be

that small, you brat, I was

> never that small! " She also made critical comments about my body

and measurements to

> my friends at a party!

>

> Now that she's finally accepted that I'm not going to be fat, she

seems confused as to how

> thin I actually am. She buys me clothes that are TINY, skimpy.

She says things like I am

> probably thinner than my cousin--who objectively is thinner than

me. She says it like

> there's something wrong with my cousin who is a very physically

fit athelete and is at least

> 5'11 " !

>

> I am glad that I'm not overweight--but I have always felt that it

causes tension in the

> family--I am known as the family member under 200lbs. In

addition, althought I know I

> am not overweight, I have a hard time shaking the little voice in

my head that tells me I

> look fat. It's as if I've allowed my mother to convince me of

this although I can see the

> scale, check my BMI and see my clothing size. It is so hard to

shake the programing that

> says I'm fat. And I have this fear that if/when I do have kids,

I'll get fat after all--and that

> my nada has been right about me all along.

>

> Have you all had similar experiences? Do you think this is BPD or

possibly some sick-o

> offshoot?

>

> Trish

>

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Hi Trish - Welcome!! I have similiar weight issues in my family.

I've been about 10 pounds overweight my entire life (however, I was

50 pounds overweight once in my late 20's for about a year). I've yo-

yo dieted lost it, gained back, the whole nine yards. Was told by

nada at 9 that I was fat and she put me on a diet, if you can

believe it (when I look at pictures I see that I was normal, with

baby chub, nothing serious). My nada was a beautiful woman, she

could have been a model (not anymore, drinking and smoking caught up

to her, she looks 75 instead of the 60 that she is). She is still

very narcissistic. My nada has been anorexic - two years ago she

went down to 100 pounds and she is 5 foot 6, she's been like this on

and off throughout childhood. I've had body image issues and issues

with food forever. I have found throughout the years that when I

look good, nada gets really jealous and then tries to sabatoge my

self confidence. I lost about 20 pounds running a few years ago and

for the first time in my life, was really skinny. I didn't even try

to lose it, it just fell off with the exercise. Anyhow, nada came to

visit and right away felt threatend and started in on my clothes, my

haircut, even my blush colour (it made me look " washed out " ) if you

can believe it -anything to make me feel unattractive. She's done

this forever - weight, haircuts, clothes, the way I talk

(she'll " mimic " me and make me feel stupid), corrects my grammar,

dishes my taste in decorating, it goes on and on. Food though is the

biggy. My therapist told me that she gets control of me when I'm

overweight by keeping my confidence low (hence, not finding a

partner, husband, hence staying her " little girl " forever). Therapy

helped me see that weight is just another way she's used and abused

and controlled me. Just another thing to battle over, just another

thing for nada to put her foot down over. Nada's with some

narcisscism mixed in, just refuse to have a daughter that looks

better then them, end of story. I am happy that you haven't caved

into her pressure.

>

> > My entire childhood, my nada plied me with sugary and

> > fatty foods. How I didn't end up a Juvenile Diabetic

> > and/or 500 pounds, I don't know. Interestingly, I

> > gravitated on my own to some occasionally healthier

> > foods. BPD older brudda made sure to constantly give

> > me he** for it, with a smirking nada and do-nothing

> > NPD step-fada looking on. It happened more with

> > do-nothing dishrag fada. Again, how I survived those

> > FOOls, I don't know!

>

>

> I have wondered if this terrible, unhealthy eating--and forcing it

on others in some way is

> a BP thing also. I'm the only person in my family that still

doesn't live in my parent's house

> with my nada. Both of my adult brothers have gained weight being

home--like 50 lbs

> each. I am the only one in my family who is not overwieght by at

least 50lbs. When I

> started to change the way I eat I got resistance and abuse from my

nada--she felt hurt if I

> wouldn't eat the way they do, threatened, she tried yelling at me

and manipulating me to

> eat when I wasn't hungry etc. She actually accused me of being

anorexic and started

> telling people that are simply acquaintences that I was anorexic

and getting them to

> intervene (although I am 5'9 " and have never weighed less than a

healthy 140-145). Even

> my husband, who is not really wise to her ways, has noticed her

pushing of chocolates and

> other garbage food onto the rest of the fam. He thinks she wants

to keep us all fat,

> because she is fat!

>

> Also, she has massively affected my body image: growing up she

said things to me like " at

> your age, I was thinner with bigger breasts. " " you're too fat to

be a runner, runners are

> thin. "

>

> When I lost 30 lbs to reach my current, healthy weight she

said, " you'll put it on again

> when you (have kids, get stressed, stop walking everywhere)

or " you can't be a 'medium' or

> a size '8,' you're too big. " or even more shocking " you can't be

that small, you brat, I was

> never that small! " She also made critical comments about my body

and measurements to

> my friends at a party!

>

> Now that she's finally accepted that I'm not going to be fat, she

seems confused as to how

> thin I actually am. She buys me clothes that are TINY, skimpy.

She says things like I am

> probably thinner than my cousin--who objectively is thinner than

me. She says it like

> there's something wrong with my cousin who is a very physically

fit athelete and is at least

> 5'11 " !

>

> I am glad that I'm not overweight--but I have always felt that it

causes tension in the

> family--I am known as the family member under 200lbs. In

addition, althought I know I

> am not overweight, I have a hard time shaking the little voice in

my head that tells me I

> look fat. It's as if I've allowed my mother to convince me of

this although I can see the

> scale, check my BMI and see my clothing size. It is so hard to

shake the programing that

> says I'm fat. And I have this fear that if/when I do have kids,

I'll get fat after all--and that

> my nada has been right about me all along.

>

> Have you all had similar experiences? Do you think this is BPD or

possibly some sick-o

> offshoot?

>

> Trish

>

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>I am glad that I'm not overweight--but I have always felt that it

>causes tension

>in the

>family--I am known as the family member under 200lbs. In addition,

>althought I

>know I

>am not overweight, I have a hard time shaking the little voice in my

>head that

>tells me I

>look fat. It's as if I've allowed my mother to convince me of this

>although I

>can see the

>scale, check my BMI and see my clothing size. It is so hard to shake >the

>programing that

>says I'm fat. And I have this fear that if/when I do have kids, I'll

>get fat

>after all--and that

>my nada has been right about me all along.

One of the characteristics of BPD is to be addicted to something or to

be all consumed with something. My mother hasn't been a drinker,

smoker, or drug user (except for prescription drugs which are a

problem). But one of her obsessions in life is food. She wants to

and did control every bite that went into my dad's mouth. She and

only she could decide what he was to order in a restaurant or eat at

home. She wanted to do the same with me and I grew up thinking I was

too chubby. Looking back at pictures I realize I never was at all

heavy. I became overweight years later because of dieting. She was

always offering me sweets then warning me not to eat too much. Now I

have diabetes and she continues to offer me her left over food on her

plate, ice cream, candy, cake, cookies etc. I can't tell you how many

times I have explained why I don't eat those things. It is like she

never realy listens. When I found out I have diabetes I made several

lifestyle changes. I now exercise 1 Hr/day of aerobic exeracise and

lift weights to tone and strengthen my body. I feel better than I

ever have. I also follow the diabetic diet closely and have lost over

30 pounds. At one point I had 40 off and some crept back on, but I am

on to it now and feel confident I can get it back off. I just don't

want to go into my senior years compromised by weak muscles, extra

weight and being out of shape.

Anyway, my mom's obsession with food hasn't changed over the years.

Maybe it is one of the last things in her life she feels she can

control. I don't know. She keeps telling me to 'take it easy' that I

am exercising too hard. She just has no concept of the value of

exercise. I've learned to let it all run off. Dee

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> She keeps telling me to 'take it easy' that I

> am exercising too hard. She just has no concept of the value of

> exercise. <

Don't take this the wrong way, I know your comment holds all the

frustration we feel with these nadas, but I swear i laughed out loud

when i read this - no honestly - as a quote from my nada some years

ago just POPPED into my head from nowhere. Same situation, finally

getting some exercise and getting somehwere with feeling better about

myself and being in better shape.....

" You know, it's not healhy to get obsessive about things... " (emphasis

on word obsessive)

Just that, left hanging in the air, bit random don't you think?

Translation as 'wow, what you are doing is actually working and you

are ignoring all my obvious jibes about never actually succeeding,

about always 'copping out' etc, so i shall have to be more creative

and attack your state of mind'.

If I have an obsession, then this is not really success, it is feeding

some dark, mysterious, unmentionable and 'ought-to-be-avoided mental

condition. I will ultimately pay some terrible price for letting it

get a hold of me. Your post helped me see her comment for what it was.

I realise, to anyone who is not a non, that explanationwould seem to

stretch the point a bit. My new friends here know different!

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WOW!!!!!

Thank you for that because I think one of the things I fear so much is that I've

become

obsessed--I don't even talk to people about it--but the way you explain it just

shows that

it's a classic no-win situation because although we've succeded in taking an

important

step for our health and for our self-esteem, this being told we're obsessing is

taking all

the goodness out of it! I'm going to use that to reassure myself in the days to

come.

Trish

>

>

> > She keeps telling me to 'take it easy' that I

> > am exercising too hard. She just has no concept of the value of

> > exercise. <

>

> Don't take this the wrong way, I know your comment holds all the

> frustration we feel with these nadas, but I swear i laughed out loud

> when i read this - no honestly - as a quote from my nada some years

> ago just POPPED into my head from nowhere. Same situation, finally

> getting some exercise and getting somehwere with feeling better about

> myself and being in better shape.....

>

> " You know, it's not healhy to get obsessive about things... " (emphasis

> on word obsessive)

>

> Just that, left hanging in the air, bit random don't you think?

> Translation as 'wow, what you are doing is actually working and you

> are ignoring all my obvious jibes about never actually succeeding,

> about always 'copping out' etc, so i shall have to be more creative

> and attack your state of mind'.

>

> If I have an obsession, then this is not really success, it is feeding

> some dark, mysterious, unmentionable and 'ought-to-be-avoided mental

> condition. I will ultimately pay some terrible price for letting it

> get a hold of me. Your post helped me see her comment for what it was.

> I realise, to anyone who is not a non, that explanationwould seem to

> stretch the point a bit. My new friends here know different!

>

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jj--

wow! sounds familiar. my own mother has starved herself on and off for

years., wanting to hover around a slim 105 while avoiding exercise. she modeled

on and off for a while in her twenties and is still a very beautiful woman.

she has always been threatened by my appearance (we look exactly alike) and

has made consistently inappropriate comments throughout my life. it took me

awhile to notice how unhealthy it was--she was obsessed with knowing how much i

weighed in order to be certain that it was less than her.

we were recently at ann taylor and she chatted away to the saleswoman,

bragging about how she is a zero and i am a four.

she had plastic surgery done when i was younger, though she's never told a

soul. my step-father recently remarked that i would be lucky, wrinkle-wise,

because i will probably inherit my mom's face. it occured to me that he doesn't

have a clue she ever had work done!

the kicker though--i wouldn't tell ANY of my friends this but you will all

totally understand--she had a breast enlargement when i was thirteen because i

had grown too big for the old bras i'd inherited from her!!!!!

she has always spent an inordinate amount of money on clothes, shoes, hair

cuts and makeup. same with your mom too?

JJ wrote:

Hi Trish - Welcome!! I have similiar weight issues in my family.

I've been about 10 pounds overweight my entire life (however, I was

50 pounds overweight once in my late 20's for about a year). I've yo-

yo dieted lost it, gained back, the whole nine yards. Was told by

nada at 9 that I was fat and she put me on a diet, if you can

believe it (when I look at pictures I see that I was normal, with

baby chub, nothing serious). My nada was a beautiful woman, she

could have been a model (not anymore, drinking and smoking caught up

to her, she looks 75 instead of the 60 that she is). She is still

very narcissistic. My nada has been anorexic - two years ago she

went down to 100 pounds and she is 5 foot 6, she's been like this on

and off throughout childhood. I've had body image issues and issues

with food forever. I have found throughout the years that when I

look good, nada gets really jealous and then tries to sabatoge my

self confidence. I lost about 20 pounds running a few years ago and

for the first time in my life, was really skinny. I didn't even try

to lose it, it just fell off with the exercise. Anyhow, nada came to

visit and right away felt threatend and started in on my clothes, my

haircut, even my blush colour (it made me look " washed out " ) if you

can believe it -anything to make me feel unattractive. She's done

this forever - weight, haircuts, clothes, the way I talk

(she'll " mimic " me and make me feel stupid), corrects my grammar,

dishes my taste in decorating, it goes on and on. Food though is the

biggy. My therapist told me that she gets control of me when I'm

overweight by keeping my confidence low (hence, not finding a

partner, husband, hence staying her " little girl " forever). Therapy

helped me see that weight is just another way she's used and abused

and controlled me. Just another thing to battle over, just another

thing for nada to put her foot down over. Nada's with some

narcisscism mixed in, just refuse to have a daughter that looks

better then them, end of story. I am happy that you haven't caved

into her pressure.

>

> > My entire childhood, my nada plied me with sugary and

> > fatty foods. How I didn't end up a Juvenile Diabetic

> > and/or 500 pounds, I don't know. Interestingly, I

> > gravitated on my own to some occasionally healthier

> > foods. BPD older brudda made sure to constantly give

> > me he** for it, with a smirking nada and do-nothing

> > NPD step-fada looking on. It happened more with

> > do-nothing dishrag fada. Again, how I survived those

> > FOOls, I don't know!

>

>

> I have wondered if this terrible, unhealthy eating--and forcing it

on others in some way is

> a BP thing also. I'm the only person in my family that still

doesn't live in my parent's house

> with my nada. Both of my adult brothers have gained weight being

home--like 50 lbs

> each. I am the only one in my family who is not overwieght by at

least 50lbs. When I

> started to change the way I eat I got resistance and abuse from my

nada--she felt hurt if I

> wouldn't eat the way they do, threatened, she tried yelling at me

and manipulating me to

> eat when I wasn't hungry etc. She actually accused me of being

anorexic and started

> telling people that are simply acquaintences that I was anorexic

and getting them to

> intervene (although I am 5'9 " and have never weighed less than a

healthy 140-145). Even

> my husband, who is not really wise to her ways, has noticed her

pushing of chocolates and

> other garbage food onto the rest of the fam. He thinks she wants

to keep us all fat,

> because she is fat!

>

> Also, she has massively affected my body image: growing up she

said things to me like " at

> your age, I was thinner with bigger breasts. " " you're too fat to

be a runner, runners are

> thin. "

>

> When I lost 30 lbs to reach my current, healthy weight she

said, " you'll put it on again

> when you (have kids, get stressed, stop walking everywhere)

or " you can't be a 'medium' or

> a size '8,' you're too big. " or even more shocking " you can't be

that small, you brat, I was

> never that small! " She also made critical comments about my body

and measurements to

> my friends at a party!

>

> Now that she's finally accepted that I'm not going to be fat, she

seems confused as to how

> thin I actually am. She buys me clothes that are TINY, skimpy.

She says things like I am

> probably thinner than my cousin--who objectively is thinner than

me. She says it like

> there's something wrong with my cousin who is a very physically

fit athelete and is at least

> 5'11 " !

>

> I am glad that I'm not overweight--but I have always felt that it

causes tension in the

> family--I am known as the family member under 200lbs. In

addition, althought I know I

> am not overweight, I have a hard time shaking the little voice in

my head that tells me I

> look fat. It's as if I've allowed my mother to convince me of

this although I can see the

> scale, check my BMI and see my clothing size. It is so hard to

shake the programing that

> says I'm fat. And I have this fear that if/when I do have kids,

I'll get fat after all--and that

> my nada has been right about me all along.

>

> Have you all had similar experiences? Do you think this is BPD or

possibly some sick-o

> offshoot?

>

> Trish

>

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GEt out of here!!!- man can I relate, mine had a breast enlargement

too when I was about 12 - how weird, your post makes me wonder if

this was because I was just getting into my first " training " bra!!!

I didn't find out about this until the whole thing came

out in the late 1990's and she needed to go and have them

replaced!!! Called me hysterical, told me she was dying

from " silicone poisioning " . Also same thing with comparison with

clothes sizes. A few years back she was so thin, she did not even

fit into a zero, the clothes were falling off of her. Yes, spent all

kinds of money on clothes, makeup, shoes!! She use to sit at

her " vanity " mirror and pull her face up and say " I'm getting a face

lift " . For years I thought she would go through with it, but since

the Boob job fiasco she hasn't bothered. Now she just looks at me

and says " you could use a boob job " - HUH???? I like the way look,

chalk it up to her own projection!! I think when she looks in the

mirror she still sees that beautiful woman - not the leathered

wrinkled old beast she's become. Vanity - taken to a whole other

level with a BPD mother LOLOL!!!!!

> >

> > > My entire childhood, my nada plied me with sugary and

> > > fatty foods. How I didn't end up a Juvenile Diabetic

> > > and/or 500 pounds, I don't know. Interestingly, I

> > > gravitated on my own to some occasionally healthier

> > > foods. BPD older brudda made sure to constantly give

> > > me he** for it, with a smirking nada and do-nothing

> > > NPD step-fada looking on. It happened more with

> > > do-nothing dishrag fada. Again, how I survived those

> > > FOOls, I don't know!

> >

> >

> > I have wondered if this terrible, unhealthy eating--and forcing

it

> on others in some way is

> > a BP thing also. I'm the only person in my family that still

> doesn't live in my parent's house

> > with my nada. Both of my adult brothers have gained weight

being

> home--like 50 lbs

> > each. I am the only one in my family who is not overwieght by

at

> least 50lbs. When I

> > started to change the way I eat I got resistance and abuse from

my

> nada--she felt hurt if I

> > wouldn't eat the way they do, threatened, she tried yelling at

me

> and manipulating me to

> > eat when I wasn't hungry etc. She actually accused me of being

> anorexic and started

> > telling people that are simply acquaintences that I was anorexic

> and getting them to

> > intervene (although I am 5'9 " and have never weighed less than a

> healthy 140-145). Even

> > my husband, who is not really wise to her ways, has noticed her

> pushing of chocolates and

> > other garbage food onto the rest of the fam. He thinks she

wants

> to keep us all fat,

> > because she is fat!

> >

> > Also, she has massively affected my body image: growing up she

> said things to me like " at

> > your age, I was thinner with bigger breasts. " " you're too fat

to

> be a runner, runners are

> > thin. "

> >

> > When I lost 30 lbs to reach my current, healthy weight she

> said, " you'll put it on again

> > when you (have kids, get stressed, stop walking everywhere)

> or " you can't be a 'medium' or

> > a size '8,' you're too big. " or even more shocking " you can't be

> that small, you brat, I was

> > never that small! " She also made critical comments about my

body

> and measurements to

> > my friends at a party!

> >

> > Now that she's finally accepted that I'm not going to be fat,

she

> seems confused as to how

> > thin I actually am. She buys me clothes that are TINY, skimpy.

> She says things like I am

> > probably thinner than my cousin--who objectively is thinner than

> me. She says it like

> > there's something wrong with my cousin who is a very physically

> fit athelete and is at least

> > 5'11 " !

> >

> > I am glad that I'm not overweight--but I have always felt that

it

> causes tension in the

> > family--I am known as the family member under 200lbs. In

> addition, althought I know I

> > am not overweight, I have a hard time shaking the little voice

in

> my head that tells me I

> > look fat. It's as if I've allowed my mother to convince me of

> this although I can see the

> > scale, check my BMI and see my clothing size. It is so hard to

> shake the programing that

> > says I'm fat. And I have this fear that if/when I do have kids,

> I'll get fat after all--and that

> > my nada has been right about me all along.

> >

> > Have you all had similar experiences? Do you think this is BPD

or

> possibly some sick-o

> > offshoot?

> >

> > Trish

> >

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Flea-

Maybe people did try to help, but I am sure she had ways to cut them off.

Hell maybe that is why we lived hours away from the family from ages 2-11.

She would always put them all down, then they would visit (on rare

occassion) and she would act so lovely. They would be nice adn she would

let them. But when they left she would tell me they were all evil monsters

with no manners and we were lucky to live far away.

I could only imagine how they view me now. Especially since I don't really

remember now- or at least acknowledge how horribly trashy and ridiculous it

was. They probably laugh.

>

> Bridget--

> Many similarities--comments interspersed with ********* marking them...

>

> Bridget Livingston wrote:

> But a few things you said sparked my memory- we also didn't have

> enough

> food, we were on a " health food " diet for years- nobody was allowed to

> give

> me any sweets, soda, pizza, or fun food- which is fine, but I sort of

> think

> she used this in some way I cannot recall right now.

>

> ***********YES! Strangely enough, a few years before this " mac and

> cheese from a box " phase--when I was...6 or 7?--we lived in a little

> apartment above a health-food store and restaurant. So then, (ever affected

> by her context into going to extremes) nada went on the all-out health food

> kick for the time we lived there. Nothing was ever " good " enough for me to

> eat, so she managed to starve me that way too. People were not allowed to

> give me treats etc.

> Ironically, before THAT, when I was 5 and she was shopping for

> " husband number 2 " and living on welfare, she would leave me home alone

> while she went on a dinner date with whatever guy was paying for a meal.

> She would deadbolt me in, (having given me instructions, the first time, on

> how to climb down the fire escape in case of fire. (Oh, that was very

> thoughtful and responsible.) Then, she would often leave me some sort of

> junk food treat for dinner. Like, one Twinkie. And I could watch tv. This

> was all supposed to be fun for me I guess, a 5 yr-old locked in an

> apartment alone, eating a Twinkie.**********

>

> We moved at least 10

> times while I was a kid.

>

> *******Us too! I went to five different elementary

> schools.**************

>

>

> They owned a home on a land lease, which was

> probably taken back and we moved to an isolated town where there was

> nobody

> to play with. She had us all the time in this rented home. I had

> nobody to

> play with, except for my brothers. We had to live there as guests b/c

> the

> owners would kick us out each summer and we would go live in a 2 bedroom

> cottage in a poor vacation type community. Then in 3rd grade we moved

> to

> Louisiana, where we rented an apt, and had no furniture. I shared a bed

> with my brother, the other one slept on a cot. We rented a couch when

> my

> grandma visited one time. As early as age 5 I recall being at a

> friend's

> home and asking if I could stay forever. They lived on a farm and had

> plenty of food, the mom played with us, it was nice.

>

> **************Similar! I would watch families on tv and think, if only

> I could be part of that family--that was when I was about 5. Or I would go

> into a functional family's house and be amazed at the peacefulness and food

> and love and how the parents spoke to the kids. I never asked to stay but,

> at that age, I did notice the difference.*******

>

> I am sure at my house

> my mom was just like Cybil or something.

>

> So in 3rd grade, I had to leave school two months b/f the school year

> ended

> (not tramatic at all right?)- we moved to northern Michigan and moved

> THREE

> times during 4th grade. Each time it was a rented house, we had to

> section

> off parts of the house we couldn't heat in the winter. One of the

> houses

> had one bedroom and they slept in the living room on our couch that

> became a

> pull out bed. And I wonder why I am now such a freak about NOT HAVING A

> PULL OUT BED. I had a throw down fight in a store last year when she

> tried

> to buy me one and now I know why.

>

> This is long- so you can skip it- but I am on a roll here... Near the

> end

> of 4th grade she asked us if we wanted to live closer to our family (her

> nine siblings and my 40 cousins)- I said yes please. In hopes of a.)

> stability and b.) escape- all my aunts and my grandma were so kind to

> me.

> So we moved again. This time we bought this horrible house. They told

> me I

> could help pick the new one- but then she yelled at me and told me she

> had

> to buy it by herself after all b/c I was a brat or something. So we

> moved

> in- and a month later she threw a fit and yelled about how we would have

> to

> move, lose the house, die, etc.- there was ice on all the windows from

> the

> inside. I just remember her freaking out and feeling so scared. That

> year

> the kids at school hated me and I started lying, I hated it there, the

> kids

> hated me, we had no food, no money for clothes, she was acting crazy. I

> told a school counselor she was an alcoholic and I remember coming home

> often and she would be laying on the couch " sleeping " and there were

> def.

> beer bottles on the floor (like we had a coffee table). They told me

> she

> had " mono " and I was crazy. But I am sure she probably drank all day or

> something.

>

> I started having an eating disorder in 6th grade, copying her for sure-

> she

> was a yo-yo (still is). She binged and then dieted like a nut to make

> up

> for it. Many times she would bring home dinner half gone (pizza- one

> large

> for five of us- half gone). If you said something she would freak out

> and

> you would go to bed hungry so...

>

> At this time many things happened at school with kids and teachers and

> she

> never stood up for me. Every time something bad happened it was my

> fault,

> she would come in and then try to blame me. I won't even get into it.

> But

> I could not trust my own parents to help me get away from bullies.

>

> ***********Same here. In sixth grade we moved to this dangerous

> neighborhood, which was very poor and almost entirely African-AMerican.

> Nothing wrong with that, of course, except that we " stood out " and I

> experienced a lot of hatred toward me because I was white. So it was very

> hard. I got picked on a lot, whereas I had never been picked on before--and

> all because of something I couldn't change (being white). And nada of

> course did NOTHING. Didn't even listen to me. It was a total dumbass move

> to move us there.**************

>

> By high school I could not go to the regular high school. It would

> kill me. So they sent me to a private school. Some act of god must have

> intervened- I know my grandma died around that time so maybe her

> inheritance

> helped. But they suddenly got it t/g. My mother got a real job for the

> first time in her adult life. She was a teacher. She worked half days,

> even though the baby was in 4th or 5th grade. She hated working, she

> resented my dad for it. We bought a second car, we bought furniture,

> suddenly we had food- but I would not eat it. I was anorexic and

> refused to

> eat then. So she ballooned up, bitched about work and somehow they

> turned

> it around. I met people at school who became my friend and I learned

> about

> another way of life. Or at least how to be successful. I studied hard,

> worked, did internships, anything to get away from them and to be

> successful. To not struggle. I got two scholarships out of state- but

> guess what I couldn't go b/c I was abandoning my family. So I went to a

> state school. They bought a real home in a real neighborhood. So since

> the

> age of 18 I come from a good home, an upper middle class (or whatever)

> home,

> in a great neighborhood. If you met us now you'd never know that we

> didn't

> eat on real plates for most of my childhood, which is why I still shy

> away

> from paper plates and plastic ware no matter where I am.

>

> I am so proud of myself to being independent and creating a normal life

> for

> myself. But it is only now after finding this board, that I realize how

> devastating and disruptive my childhood was. The sad part is that I

> know we

> shouldn't blame anyone, but how could they raise a family with no money?

> She had a master's degree and she sure as hell works now. It is just

> hard

> to have been raised by people who behaved worse than 12 year olds who

> accidentally got knocked up. She was 28, he was 29. I am 28 now and

> would

> never dream of having a child unless I had the means to do so. Even if

> I

> had one, I would work hard to provide. I certainly wouldn't have two

> more

> and yank them in and out of schools a million times.

>

> So now I wonder how did she get away with it? Didn't her siblings

> notice

> how appauling my life was growing up?

>

> Thanks for reading:)

>

> b

> ***********There are so many similiarities here, including my nada

> finally getting a job and a second car and them buying a decent house.

> After I had left. They've been in the same house my whole adult life. It's

> so odd. I think people do notice it's appalling, but don;t think it's

> " their place " to intervene. Or maybe dont know how to help...?

> Flea

>

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Trish--

Yes, yes, yes-with a slightly different twist. My fada picked at my weight

constantly. I cannot remember a single day growing up that he did not call me

some derisive name associated with my figure or poke fun at it. I grew up

ashamed of my body and developed binge eating disorder from a relatively young

age (preteen). I am still struggling with that. Every time I tried to improve

my habits, he’d demean my efforts…I was either on a “health food kick” or “did I

realize that I wouldn’t be able to stick to the diet, I just didn’t have his

willpower” (some willpower by the way, that man looked pregnant). And my

dishrag mother would parrot whatever my fada had to say oftentime adding that I

should listen to my fada because “he knew more about nutrition that I ever

would”. Matter of fact if I ever wanted to know what my fada was saying about

me, all I had to do was consult The Parrot discreetly and she’d eventually spew

whatever she’d heard him say trying to pass it off as her own

opinion. That’s a different story though.

When he knew I was watching my weight, fada loved to taunt me with all the

high calorie food that he was eating. At a time of my life when I had chosen to

be a vegetarian, he did everything he could to feed me meat and then acted

insulted when I would not partake of it. And when a point came that I lost a

lot of weight (almost to my goal), he still criticized the fat

distribution/shape of my body. There was no winning the battle! And the older

he got, the more garbage food he’d stock in the fridge in massive, truly

abnormal amounts of…cr*p.

A flash of insight came to me soon after I started therapy. My grandnada was

extremely overweight. I’m sure his feelings about his mother had everything to

do with his attitude. I wish I could say that knowing this is helping me to

conquer my eating disorder, but it’s not. My SO says that I seem to fall in the

middle, definitely not thin but not what he’d consider to appear obese…it

doesn’t matter how thin or fat I really am at any given moment, all I can see is

the fat. I've got a lot of work to do on this particular flea.

Sakura

>Have you all had similar experiences? Do you think this is BPD or

possibly some sick-o

offshoot?

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Hi Sakura,

“Health food kick”. That's the EXACT phrase my nada

repeatedly used on and against me, including to my

long-ago then-wife, in front of me!

One Non-BP Recovering Man

--- Sakura wrote:

> Trish--

> Yes, yes, yes-with a slightly different twist. My

> fada picked at my weight constantly. I cannot

> remember a single day growing up that he did not

> call me some derisive name associated with my figure

> or poke fun at it. I grew up ashamed of my body and

> developed binge eating disorder from a relatively

> young age (preteen). I am still struggling with

> that. Every time I tried to improve my habits, he’d

> demean my efforts…I was either on a “health food

> kick” or “did I realize that I wouldn’t be able to

> stick to the diet, I just didn’t have his willpower”

> (some willpower by the way, that man looked

> pregnant). And my dishrag mother would parrot

> whatever my fada had to say oftentime adding that I

> should listen to my fada because “he knew more about

> nutrition that I ever would”. Matter of fact if I

> ever wanted to know what my fada was saying about

> me, all I had to do was consult The Parrot

> discreetly and she’d eventually spew whatever she’d

> heard him say trying to pass it off as her own

> opinion. That’s a different story though.

>

> When he knew I was watching my weight, fada loved

> to taunt me with all the high calorie food that he

> was eating. At a time of my life when I had chosen

> to be a vegetarian, he did everything he could to

> feed me meat and then acted insulted when I would

> not partake of it. And when a point came that I

> lost a lot of weight (almost to my goal), he still

> criticized the fat distribution/shape of my body.

> There was no winning the battle! And the older he

> got, the more garbage food he’d stock in the fridge

> in massive, truly abnormal amounts of…cr*p.

>

> A flash of insight came to me soon after I started

> therapy. My grandnada was extremely overweight.

> I’m sure his feelings about his mother had

> everything to do with his attitude. I wish I could

> say that knowing this is helping me to conquer my

> eating disorder, but it’s not. My SO says that I

> seem to fall in the middle, definitely not thin but

> not what he’d consider to appear obese…it doesn’t

> matter how thin or fat I really am at any given

> moment, all I can see is the fat. I've got a lot of

> work to do on this particular flea.

>

> Sakura

>

> >Have you all had similar experiences? Do you

> think this is BPD or

> possibly some sick-o

> offshoot?

>

>

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