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Below is an important reply I just wrote to a comment on my earlier post +IN THE WORDS OF A BORDERLINE CHILD: MY MOTHER’S STORIES that I don’t want to lose in the reply-comment shuffle. I’ve heard it said before that the solution to any problem lies in the problem itself. That certainly seems to be the case for the BPD mother-terribly suffering child story I am working my way through as my daughter and I write our book.
I can say that the story I will tell lies so far outside the range of ordinary or normal that I can only orient myself in myself and in that story by inventing what I call my own GPS to find my way around. Not all Borderline Personality Disorder people EVER come CLOSE to how deeply, deeply disturbed my mother was. The world I grew up in from birth and lived in for 18 years was an entirely different ‘place’ that existed in an entirely different ‘time’. Nobody including me could begin to comprehend my story unless I find the ‘grid’ as I call it that my mother’s universe was built on.
This grid was entirely Borderline. Not only that, as I work my way through my story I am discovering that my mother actually had a second Borderline condition within a Borderline condition. I lived inside a separate Borderline universe she created at the time of my birth. This reality was visited ONLY by her and by me because she forced me to live in there with no way out.
Everyone else lived in what I call her secondary outer-ring Borderline world. It is not enough I now realize for me to find and describe JUST this outer Borderline world where my mother, father, siblings, other family and every other public person my mother was in contact could ‘see’ my mother in.
Within these mirroring mirroring mirrors of Borderline worlds I KNOW absolutely that there IS an order to it all. There IS a grid. There are identifiable patterns. There IS a structure. There was an orientation within my mother’s realities no matter how confusing and disorienting her world appears to have been. If this were NOT true, I would not have survived — as odd as that might sound.
I was trapped in my mother’s innermost Borderline ‘psychotic’ universe. But that will ultimately be my point: There WAS an “I” in there. There WAS a “me” in there. I am finding my way to THAT person. That person and only that person knows as much as is humanly possible to know about what such an inner Borderline’s Borderline universe actually IS LIKE from the inside out.
As I evolve my own understandings within my own story I had to develop my own GPS to find my way around and it is working. I can ‘see’ the grid. I can describe the multiple points that created this Borderline matrix — this mirroring mirrored mirror of a ‘mental matrix’ that was the inner Borderline universe. It was a horrible place to be forced to live for 18 years, but I did live in there. I stayed alive and I did not lose myself. It was a different experience, so different from normal that even finding language in words to describe it is more than a challenge — it is a work of art in progress.
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Here’s a clue — that is SUPPOSED to be developing in the book: If you read my mother’s stories and watch what happens with MOTHER in them, all the way to the end — you can see the progression of her illness.
Not the ‘Hallmark card’ version of mother, but the powerful accurate NATURAL and REAL mother — physiological, evolutionarily designed, biological process of being a mother and of MOTHERING — critical for our species (as for all mammals but not as complex as human)
MOTHER is a matrix. matrix — something within or from which something else originates, develops, or takes form related in its word origins to: Latin, female animal used for breeding, parent plant, from matr-, mater
Cognition — the process of thinking — cognition is also a female word, a female process word, a mothering word
Mothers and mothering build the foundation for cognition at the same time the matrix of the mother and mothering relationship from the womb onward through the earliest stages of development is building within offspring THEIR OWN MATRIX of self that is supposed to be healthy in all ways
My mother – follow the MOTHER patterns in her stories — she is NOT simply talking about her mother who failed her, but also the ‘matrix-mother’ of self with brain-mind-thoughts of her own THAT IS MISSING IN HER END STORY as much as her outer mother is missing
it is no coincidence that BPD is mostly a woman’s disorder — there is a definite connection between the missing-matrix-of-mother-mothering for every BPD from early childhood and the END RESULT of the missing-mother-matrix INSIDE OF THEIR OWN SELF that BPD creates in the changed-brain-mind of a BPD sufferer
I know this is probably adding confusion to confusion, but it’s important to think about. What our mothers give us is for better or worse our own brain-mind-self matrix that is the mother of our thoughts, our feelings, etc for the rest of our life.
A MATRIX disorder would be an excellent way to describe my mother — and in the book I will show how that is true
my mother’s stories provide for an inside look at the matrix-mind of my mother — until it dissolved as certainly as the end of her last story describes. after that she was ‘lost in the mirroring mirrors’ of split-off and projected matrixes within which she trapped and tortured me.
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Mental Matrices / Informational Psychology
http://research.zonebg.com/en/menmat.htm
I can imagine that this work is going to interfere and maybe even intrude in your daughters mind. I know that if it was my dtr doing that work for me..I could imagine it at times being excruicating. But, That is part of her journey too. You are her beloved mother and this is something that she is doing for ur healing and the healing of many many others.
Yes, and she has the good and solid foundation in herself, in her own childhood, in her marriage, friendships, work, and VERY MUCH so with her little son! But she is so sensitive and has such a caring heart and soul — we will just be as wise and careful as we possibly can — and yes INTRUDE is an excellent word! That really is what ALL child abuse ultimately comes from, intrusion most often from a parent’s OWN earliest years. My daughter does not have that trauma – so she will be OK. We will find a way to wisely work this out!
Yes, You have lived an unimaginable life trapped in her universe. I am glad that through this work you are able to see that and have been able to create a healthy one (its a life long journey).There are definately different degrees of suffering…and yours tops it. However, every child that has to live with a borderline mother is trapped in her universe with no way out until…adulthood, when hopefully we can make our final escape.Mine was fiiled with shame, fear. and insanity.I would go to high school trying to act like I had it all together but like I was hiding a very shameful secret. The secret was I come from insanity. I come from hell. While all of my friends had what seemed like loving , normal homes…I knew they could never visit mine.
That is the core of my anxiety today..the fear of being trapped and having no way out. Because that was what home was like. It felt like a war zone with a crazy dictator ,only that person was supposed to be your mother. I knew she was “crazy” and it was as if I was watching all of it like it was a scary movie.
And wanting out of that environment ,wanting to be rescued from it never materialized and in fact I was stuck.
It;s a hell that is going on all around us while other families play boeard games and watch t.v. Sooo strange and soo very sad.
Yes. I have tears reading your words. Such a tragedy – that IS preventable – somehow – I keep on believing this like somehow it’s how I go on – how I have hope. I want ‘my story’ read, not because it is ‘my’ story, but because ‘the world out there’ has no clue, not a solitary clue, what hell is like for many children – probably for many you encountered in your life who ‘seemed’ OK – and were absolutely NOT.
I want to find a way to bring my readers into ‘my story’ – I have to make that passage, that journey, along with me TOLERABLE somehow – again something my daughter has to help with, though she will have a very hard time reading this herself.
She told me something the other day that set be back and made me so sad – and scared and worried in a way. I did talk to her that loopy-memory day. I had to. Doing so made the horrible body feelings leave. But there was a price for her.
She told me soon afterward she undid her 15 month old son’s high chair, picked him up gently and lovingly as she always does and set him on the floor. At that instant the vision hit her of my mother beating me so hard when I was 20 months I could not walk at the end – the memory that came back into my body, that not being able to walk.
My daughter called that ‘interference’ – and she hated it and I hate it. I don’t really know how she is going to be able to handle helping me, really. There has to be a ‘protected’ way — it scares me because I believe in this work for all who cannot speak, adult survivors and the babies and children who endure what you and I know so well.
She says it’s too personal for her. She says others won’t react that same way. I am not sure. So few CAN face the reality of infant and child abuse so what happened to me and to you can just continue without ANYONE seeing it — let alone finding ways to end it.