+WHAT MIGHT LOVE FEEL LIKE? A “RESILIENCY FACTOR” STORY FROM MY ABUSIVE CHILDHOOD

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Monday, April 6, 2015.  While I don’t understand my point exactly in writing this post it seems to be one that has moved past the perculation stage into WRITE ME NOW.  So here is a little more about my personal conflicts with the concept of “resiliency” as it may be achieving a generic standing within the “healing trauma” circles.

The adult human body is made up of about 37 trillion cells.  The United States Census Bureau estimates that the world population exceeded 7 billion on March 12, 2012.  To do research that tried to extrapolate meaningful information about ALL cells or ALL people based on a small sample of ONE would be ludicrous.

Nobody can determine each individual’s experiences with trauma in such a way that the data generated could be made useful to anyone, let alone everyone!  So naturally what I have lived through and what I know as a result of my studies about what happened to me and how I survived it will never fit into any clear “significant probability” statistic with meaning.  I can, however, share parts of my story to illustrate points important to me.

I am sharing a story included on this blog that I certainly am NOT going to read right now.  I may never return to read it again.  (This is often the case with my own childhood stories once written, which is why my ace professional researcher and writer daughter is my editor for our books.  She has not yet proofed the story at this link.)

*Age 8 – BLOODY NOSE

What I wish to say about the experience detailed in this story as it connects to my standpoint on “resiliency” is that had I NOT gone through this event I do not believe I would have come out of my childhood having ANY sense of what “feeling loved” felt like.

The story is of trauma, true, but for me having my family gathered around me as I was nearly bleeding to death was the ONLY clear time of my 18-year childhood that I felt I belonged to this family.  It was the ONLY time that the feeling I lived with all of rest of my childhood from birth that I was at any moment, out of nowhere (my mother was psychotically mentally ill with me as her abuse target as my book at link below describes) going to be brutally attacked was absent.

This event COULD have been a very low spot – what I call a risk factor moment —  in my horrifying childhood rather than being the powerful, necessary (to me) resiliency factor moment that I built upon to successfully raise my own children and to care about others.  (In my case, I believe in what I call “borrowed secure attachment” rather than in “earned secure attachment” – a online search of terms “stop the storm borrowed secure attachment” will highlight some related posts.)

There is no possible “resiliency measurement tool” that could capture what truly traumatic childhoods are/were like.  But in the interest of preserving the integrity of useful data through meticulous research what is found MUST be processed by thinkers steeped in the depths of what early trauma IS.  The impeccable artistry and beauty of individual survivor’s lives must not be lost in the mad rush to understand what numbers-only are telling us.

Only with this understanding can any useful thinking about a vague concept like “resiliency” be made to pull its weight in efforts to understand and stop trauma and to assist those who survive it to increase their well-being across their lifespan.

I learned all I was going to find out in the 18 years of my childhood about what love-of-Linda was going to feel like.  All I was going to learn about what love might be like PERIOD I learned during those moments.  I believe traumatized children notice every possible useful bit of information and make PROFOUNDLY amazing good use of those tidbits.  That kind of resiliency, if we are going to call it that, is to me nothing more or less than the will to survive coupled with accumulating the tools necessary to do so.

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Here is our first book out in ebook format.  Click here to view or purchase –

Story Without Words:  How Did Child Abuse Break My Mother?

It lists for $2.99 and can be read by Amazon Prime customers without charge.

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+LOTZA INFO – FOLLOW THE LINK IN THIS POST ABOUT TELLING OUR STORY!

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I was reminded today that readers might still like to be able to locate the links to older blog posts – so please check out all the titles on this page from September 10, 2011!

+MANY LINKS HERE: BLOG POSTS ON ‘DISCLOSURE’ OF TRAUMA’ AND TELLING OUR STORIES

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+THEN WHAT?

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As always, I have very little definitive or comprehensive or even enlightened to say about my father who knew of the severe abuse my mother did to me for 18 years and ignored it all.  If there is one clear pattern about Father that appears in Mother’s written account of the Alaskan years of my childhood that began just before my 6th birthday and flowed into a ridiculously consuming process of homesteading on an Alaskan mountainside, it is that Father knew how to work.
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The account of some of the working patterns Father accomplished testify to nearly superhuman stamina, perseverance and accomplishment against overwhelming odds.  But was Father’s stunning commitment to work more about escaping his wife (her insanity and abuse), escaping his responsibilities to notice, care and take action on behalf of his children, escaping his confusion, his conscience, escaping his feelings and escaping the reality of his and his children’s life than it was about the products of the work he did?

I think I and several of my siblings certainly inherited our physical stamina from Father.  Then we either inherited his ability to work with concentrated focus on difficult tasks — or we learned it from him in combination with our natural inherited ability.  After all, I just spent all of last winter digging up and sinking a large yard — did it well – and loved it!

(see series of posts:  LINDA’S ADOBE PEACE GARDEN)

Maybe those of us who enjoy and can accomplish hard physical work are born athletes.  But now that I am 60 my body is developing some serious quirks that are warning me that my delight and escape through hard physical work is going to end — and perhaps so in the not too far distant future.

THEN WHAT?

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+BLOG COUNT CROSSING – THANKS TO ALL!

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Today this simple and humble blog will cross its 100,000th hit mark – and thank you to everyone who has come and will come through the garden gates here to read something or another than hopefully means something or another!  Many heartfelt thanks, also, to my Texas sister who encouraged me every step of the way to the creation of this palette of words.

I plan to spend the day with a dear friend helping to catalog a library of books for her deceased friend.  I look forward to a day off from this trauma work!  Peace be to us all!

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+AFTER 18 YEARS AS A CHILD LIVING IN HELL – CAN I TOLERATE WATCHING MOVIE, ‘THE ROAD’

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I put in a book-writing ‘need help’ call to one of my sisters about a week ago.  She reads voraciously.  I knew she would have the literary advice I needed as I worked my way through the age-10 horrific abuse memory I struggled with for weeks.  My concern in part was for the devoid, sparse, grim, plain, bleak words and very short sentences that wrote that memory.

My sister recommended that I read, The Road by Cormac McCarthy.  At the same time she acknowledged my reasons for not reading anyone’s book at this point in my own writing process.  My body-brain grew into it expert abilities to dissociate.  I know it is entirely likely that if I read other people’s writing my brain will select phrases and passages to store away in ‘secretive places’, only to pop them into my own writing anywhere along the line without my awareness.  So sis recommended that I at least watch the movie:

The Road shares the premise of the novel on which it is based: a father (Mortensen) and his young son (Smit-McPhee) struggle to survive after an unspecified cataclysm has destroyed civilization, killed almost all plant and animal life, and obscured the sun; only remnants of mankind remain alive, reduced to scavenging or cannibalism. The man and boy travel southward, in the hope that it will be warmer. Along the way, they search for shelter, food, and fuel, and avoid bands of cannibals while trying to maintain their own sense of humanity.

Easier planned than done.  I ordered the movie in from Netflix.  It is in my player.  I cannot tolerate watching more than two to five minutes of it at a time – and am at this point not at all sure I can finish it.

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The largest kernel of truth related to my experience with this ‘topic’ has been presented MANY times in posts on this blog:

+Dr. Teicher’s ARTICLE ON TRAUMA ALTERED DEVELOPMENT

*Notes on Teicher

+AS DR. MARTIN TEICHER STATES — EARLY ABUSE, ALTERED BRAIN DEVELOPMENT AND THE SCARS THAT WON’T HEAL

*SYMTPOMS: 120909 Scan of Teicher’s Research – Trauma Altered Development Paper

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+TRAUMA ALTERED DEVELOPMENT (TAD) – A NEW DESCRIPTIVE CONCEPT

+INFANT-CHILD ABUSE: THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HERO AND VICTIM

+THE GOOD-BAD INFO ABOUT TRAUMA ALTERED DEVELOPMENT FROM CHILD ABUSE TRAUMA

+DECEMBER 2010 IMPORTANT POSTS on Trauma Altered Development

+A LIFE COMPLICATED BY TRAUMA-ALTERED DEVELOPMENT (CHILD ABUSE RELATED)

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As I attempt to watch this film I am aware that my body-memory of the first 18 years of my life, filled with trauma and abuse, is resonating with this story and its presentations in ways that are nearly overwhelming to me.  I agreed with myself that I would make this effort because I face this same body-memory reaction every time I approach my book writing about my childhood.  As my sister told me in our conversation there are topics that cannot be presented in any other but the grimmest, starkest, naked way – no matter what format for expression is used.

The kind of world presented in this movie mirrors the kind of world that triggers Trauma Altered Development that leads to what Dr. Teicher describes at the end of his article as ‘evolutionarily alteration’ due to physiological response to extreme deprivations in an early formative environment.  When an infant and young child is forced to make it through a malevolent early caregiver-attachment world, the body will automatically take every effort it can find to preserve life – causing changes in body-nervous system/brain-immune system changes that cannot be reversed.  The body only cares that such a survivor make it to the age of reproduction.

Any and all of the links presented here above describe in detail what I am talking about.  If readers wish to FEEL what trauma FEELS like in the body to abused infants and children, watch this movie – or try to.  I am making every effort I can to take a dose of my own medicine!  There is something important about the process of survivorship I can learn by this experience – no matter what.  The same might be true for any of this blog’s readers who take the challenge to read this book and/or watch this film.

The scene and the players might be changed in this story from our own trauma abuse childhood stories, but the overall ENVIRONMENT is nearly identical – danger in an unsafe world (even though the father in the story loves his son – I am talking about the atmosphere and high risk environment that leads to trauma altered development when the danger/harm/distress ESPECIALLY comes to children from their caregivers.).

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Article – latest research on Borderline Personality Disorder

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+A FEW MORE LINKS ON CURRENT BPD RESEARCH

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Here are just a FEW important and informative articles about the disease of Borderline Personality Disorder:

Borderline Personality Disorder: Brain Differences Related to Disruptions in Cooperation in Relationships

http://www.nimh.nih.gov/science-news/2008/borderline-personality-disorder-brain-differences-related-to-disruptions-in-cooperation-in-relationships.shtml

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Brain Scans Clarify Borderline Personality Disorder

http://psychcentral.com/news/2009/09/04/brain-scans-clarify-borderline-personality-disorder/8184.html

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VIDEO:  Imaging Brain Abnormalities in Borderline Personality Disorder at

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzMVcO8unKY

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Brain Mechanisms of Borderline Personality Disorder at the Intersection of Cognition, Emotion, and the Clinic

http://ajp.psychiatryonline.org/cgi/content/full/164/12/1776

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Borderline Personality Disorder Brain Metabolism

Neurophysiological Studies of Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)


Read more at Suite101: Borderline Personality Disorder Brain Metabolism: Neurophysiological Studies of Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) | Suite101.com http://tami-port.suite101.com/metabolism-in-the-bpd-brain-a33441#ixzz1YsttV22w

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Borderline Personality Disorder Research

http://www.borderlinepersonalitytoday.com/main/research2.htm

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Child Abuse: Permanent Effects on the Brain?

http://borderlinepersonality.ca/board/index.php?topic=131.

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Brain and Development affected after Child Abuse

http://mindforums.com/brain-and-development-affected-after-child-abuse

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A Model of BPD

http://www.aaets.org/article20.htm

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Modulatory role of the brain-derived neurotrophic factor Val66Met polymorphism on the effects of serious life events on impulsive aggression in borderline personality disorder.

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/19817874

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Important research article on BPD

http://mail.elsevier-alerts.com/AEM/Clients/ELA001/Articles/psych_borderline.pdf

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+HEALING FROM TRAUMA: BEING THE FIRST HEALED LEAVES ON OUR FAMILY TREE

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I mean no disrespect to anyone by saying this:  I am thinking about trauma that passes its way down through generations of cultures, civilizations, societies, and down through many families, as well.  I am seeing images in my mind of pictures like the aftermath of the massive tragedy of 9/11, accompanied by this question:  “What would it be like if nobody had ever cleared away the wreckage from that disaster and instead had built right on top of it as if life could go on that way?”

This is not a stretch of illustration for those of us who grew up as children in massively abusive homes.  Terrible things had happened in the past for such families and nobody ever did clear up the rubble.  Nobody found the remains of the victims.  Nobody finished their grieving.  Nobody learned any lessons.  Nobody helped anybody cope.  Nobody healed.  Nobody.

The carnage of the hopes of the innocent pile precariously below each new baby born into families — and into cultures, societies and civilizations — as the traumas continue in unbroken chains down the generations.  Often those who try to overcome the odds and work to build a better life are STILL living upon those piles of rubble, wreckage and unburied carnage.

No solid ground under foot.  Everything quaking and shifting, tilting and sliding, they try to live a ‘normal’ life with sinkholes opening beneath their homes and under their feet as hope after hope, effort after effort to heal and to grow into a better life is met with failure after failure to communicate with anyone, even self, about how the transmission of the repeating traumas hurt and hollow out from under any chance to reach solid, pure ground.

Infant and child abuse that happens within homes filled with the aftermath of unresolved trauma that has filled up the family members with sorrow and self loathing – as well as with disrespect of others, with violence, with lies and deceit, trickery, denial, and mental and physical stress/distress disease — sabotages each new and perfect life born to families living in these refugee settlements upon these piles of traumatic rubble.  Often when some member of a family chooses to heal, chooses to look for, to know and to understand the truth the sickness in their family works to further undermine all attempts at making a better life.

If nobody is there to collectively address all the difficulties that lie within and under traumatized/traumatizing families it may be that the one who wishes to heal must walk away.  Survivors of the tragedies within so many families — with so much of this tragedy being hidden away from sight at the same time it is perched on past family chaos and destruction — have often already endured and survived enough difficulty for a thousand lifetimes.  These survivors cannot possibly rescue all those that they love.

Adults are responsible for rescuing their self.  Those adults who suffer from devastating diseases that contribute to abuse (Borderline Personality Disorder being one of them) are casualties that cannot, in most cases, be saved.  They can be loved from a distance, but nobody deserves to further endanger their well-being by being in relationship with the perpetrator(s) who wounded them.  There are members of families who cannot be saved.

There are also members of families who CAN be saved – including our self.  Knowing the truth about which is which, who is who, can be one of the most difficult tasks of our lifetime.  Yet I also believe it is one that cannot be skipped if we are going to clear away the wreckage and rubble, purify from toxic waste and decontaminate the soil of the new life we are working to build out of love for self and others we are responsible for.

A long time ago I heard someone say, “The best thing to do for the poor is to not be one of them.”  The same thing can be said for those who are choosing to heal from trauma in their lives, “The best thing to do for the wounded is to not be one of them.”

It took half of my life before I ever got the wake-up call that there was anything wrong within my family and there was something TERRIBLY wrong with what happened to me during the first 18 years of my life.  There is no honor in ignoring that wake-up call when it comes to us.  Let the truth ring clear.

Act on that truth on your own behalf and on the behalf of those you love and in some way everyone will benefit — whether they know it consciously or not.  Though there may be many we leave behind, there are also many more to welcome and assist us in our new found search for ever increasing well-being.  Yes, we are asking for miracles as we reach for healing.  But we need to know, really KNOW — and for survivors especially of severe chaos and abuse in childhood this might be the hardest lesson we will ever learn — that WE ARE MIRACLES ourselves, each and every one of us.

Having THIS reality become real to us inside our body, our mind, our self, our soul opens up to us new avenues of light and life that will renew and heal us all the way back through our entire life story as the denial and lies that entrapped us evaporate one by one by one.  Through this process the future becomes a better place for everyone on our planet now and forever more.

Shared Sunrise

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+MY ABUSIVE BPD MOTHER LOST HER WINGS – AND NEVER GREW UP

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This is essentially what I believe about what my Mother’s severe Borderline Personality Disorder did to her.  Mother’s disease interfered with Mother’s mental faculties in such a way that they did not operate correctly or normally.  Her mind worked according to the trauma-changed dictates of her physiology.

Human mental faculties, as inherent properties of the soul, can be interfered with by diseases in the body:  “Consider how the human intellect develops and weakens, and may at times come to naught, whereas the soul changeth not.

Mother’s mental faculties were greatly changed from normal, and very nearly came to naught.”  As far as her own evil-bad-devil’s child versus her own blessed-perfect-good-God’s child psychosis was concerned, there was NOTHING RATIONAL ABOUT IT, and nothing rational came from that mentally deranged pattern of brain wave activity.

Mother’s soul, just as mine is and everybody’s else’s is, was not – I believed – in itself changed in its essence.  Her mind was unable to operate in a healthy way in her very sick body:  “For the mind to manifest itself, the human body must be whole; and a sound mind cannot be but in a sound body, whereas the soul dependeth not upon the body.

Mother’s soul could not radiate its light through her body-brain.  Such was the nature of her disease as it created changes to her mental faculties.  At the same time, and through this process that began in Mother’s earliest life, her true ability to REASON was removed from her by her BPD disease:  “It is through the power of the soul that the mind comprehendeth, imagineth and exerteth its influence, whilst the soul is a power that is free.

Just as can happen in the cases of many diseases and injuries to a human body, the soul can be trapped in a condition of non-full-expression until the body dies.  As the following quotation indicates, “… the proofs are many that go to show that despite the loss of reason, the power of the soul would still continue to exist.

The sun behind thick clouds is not affected in its brilliance; only the ability of its rays to shine brightly on the material world below is interfered with.  I believe the disease that captured my Mother’s body eliminated her options of free choice, and in this process nearly completely dimmed the brilliance of her soul.  Her disease was a TRAGEDY that afflicted her – and created much chaos and harm in her life.  Because she was her children’s mother, her disease drastically affected our lives – especially mine.

As far as I am concerned my mother remained a child.  She was robbed by the traumas in her earliest life that contributed so profoundly to the changes her body-brain made in its efforts to survive that trauma, from ever growing up.

Mother remained, in my thinking, an INNOCENT.  I do not believe she fits into the category of accountability or responsibility that is described in the second quotation here down below.  Mother’s disease took her wings away from her.

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“Now concerning mental faculties, they are in truth of the inherent properties of the soul, even as the radiation of light is the essential property of the sun. The rays of the sun are renewed but the sun itself is ever the same and unchanged. Consider how the human intellect develops and weakens, and may at times come to naught, whereas the soul changeth not. For the mind to manifest itself, the human body must be whole; and a sound mind cannot be but in a sound body, whereas the soul dependeth not upon the body. It is through the power of the soul that the mind comprehendeth, imagineth and exerteth its influence, whilst the soul is a power that is free. The mind comprehendeth the abstract by the aid of the concrete, but the soul hath limitless manifestations of its own. The mind is circumscribed, the soul limitless. It is by the aid of such senses as those of sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch, that the mind comprehendeth, whereas, the soul is free from all agencies. The soul as thou observest, whether it be in sleep or waking, is in motion and ever active. Possibly it may, whilst in a dream, unravel an intricate problem, incapable of solution in the waking state. The mind, moreover, understandeth not whilst the senses have ceased to function, and in the embryonic stage and in early infancy the reasoning power is (p.338) totally absent, whereas the soul is ever endowed with full strength. In short, the proofs are many that go to show that despite the loss of reason, the power of the soul would still continue to exist. The spirit however possesseth various grades and stations.”

Baha’i World Faith–Selected Writings of Baha’u’llah and `Abdu’l-Baha (`Abdu’l-Baha’s Section Only), Pages 336-348: gr4

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There is another quotation that holds much of importance for me to think about in connection to the 18 years of tragic abuse I suffered because of Mother’s illness:

Know also that the soul is endowed with two wings: should it soar in the atmosphere of love and contentment, then it will be related to the All-Merciful, and should it fly in the atmosphere of self and desire, then it will pertain to the Evil One; may God shield and protect us and protect you therefrom, O ye who perceive! Should the soul become ignited with the fire of the love of God, it is called benevolent and pleasing unto God, but should it be consumed with the fire of passion, it is known as the concupiscent soul. Thus have We expounded this subject for thee that thou mayest obtain a clear understanding.” — Bahá’u’lláh

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See post:  +RATIONAL THOUGHT: POWER OF THE HUMAN SOUL BPD STEALS AWAY TO ENSURE SURVIVAL

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+WHY DID MY SIBLINGS NOT BELIEVE MY ABUSIVE BPD MOTHER?

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This post is in response to comments posted on a special new blog, Daughters of Borderline Mothers, dedicated to “Sharing our common experiences of having a borderline mother.”  The site is hosted by a woman who had such a mother, and offers fellow surviving daughters of mentally ill Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) mothers a place to share and care about the kinds of traumas that being raised by a BPD mother creates.  Today’s comment to post — My Mother The Wall speaks to my heart especially because I see mirrored in those words my own experience with my BPD abusive mother – to a point.

This POINT mentioned in this comment gave me a wake up call this morning as for the first time in my life (I am 60) I realize how fortunate I am that not ONE of my five siblings believed Mother’s Borderline brainwashing.  In fact, they tell me that they ALWAYS knew our mother was NUTS.  For my part, I have been left looking for the patterns of brainwashing I received from birth that DID NOT allow me to know Mother was NUTS!

It has never before truly sunk into my consciousness that in some cases the siblings of a ‘chosen for special torture’ child of a BPD mother ever COULD, let alone WOULD side with the abuser.  Because I’ve never even contemplated such a situation before, I know that only those who grew up in families where this particular constellation of hellish symptoms can ever be able to investigate FROM THE INSIDE what conditions surrounding the BPD and the hell she created in her home could cause this to happen.

I – personally – am at a loss to understand because I have been BLESSED with siblings who NEVER believed our abusive BPD mother!

As children none of my siblings understood why I didn’t run away.  Some have also told me that they never understood why I didn’t cry and sob while I was being beaten, or say I was sorry or bed for mercy.  As children they believed if I had done these things Mother would have WHAT?  STOPPED?

As I closely examine my own experience with Mother I see that the integrity of MY SELF and my ONLY true opportunity to express myself as a unique human being separate from Mother was to NEVER give into her.  That was part of how I survived her and came out the other end alive and intact as a person.

Intuitively and instinctively I preserved myself even though I could not EXPRESS myself in anything but the most small and inconspicuous ways by inwardly holding fast to REALITY as I knew it.  I won the small battles, beating by beating, assault by assault, by never admitting to something psychotic Mother said I did when I knew I had not done it.

Mother’s brainwashing (as a part of her BPD psychosis) originate while she birthed breech me.  She understood as we both struggled for our lives that the devil had sent ME to kill her while I was being born.  Because we both survived the birthing, she then believed that I was NOT human, that I was the devil’s child, that I had been sent as a curse-upon-her-life, and that I therefore had the power to take my siblings to the devil – if she didn’t prevent that from happening.

By the time I was 17 and a senior in high school I BELIEVED I was that devil’s child.  That’s a time way ahead of where I am in my book writing, so nothing more to say about this right now……

There was never a time during the rest of Mother’s life (she died in 2002) when she did not believe this.  I was NEVER a human being to her.

A miracle I have missed until this morning is that my siblings DID NOT believe her – they knew she was nuts and that what Mother did to me was wrong and that I did not deserve what she did to me.  I cannot IMAGINE what it would be like if my siblings had believed Mother – such as the siblings of the woman who wrote the comment today at the blog post at the link above.

Long after I was gone from home, as Mother’s life long ‘friend’ (mother was incapable of having true friends, but this woman stuck with Mother until her death) told me last year in an interview, one time she went to see Mother and asked her why she had 666 written on her hands and forehead.  Mother told her it was so when the devil came looking for her to take her he would see that mark and understand that she already belonged to him – so he would leave her alone.

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I am coming to understand as I write for the book of my childhood that early in her childhood someone told Mother that she was so bad, so evil, the devil was going to come for her.  I strongly suspect this was used as a threat by someone who sexually abused her.

Very little was right about Mother’s earliest years of life.  It all combined to effect physical changes in her development that gave her a different kind of brain.

Mother used all the considerable power at her command to force me to be her replacement/stand-in for her own ‘projected/split off’ bad, evil child self.

In her illness Mother tricked the devil into believing I was she.  As long as I NEVER showed any signs of being a person in my own right, and as long as she could completely control me and ‘keep me in my place – in her place’ in hell, she was ‘freed’ to live what I call her outer Borderline life – which was totally NUTS!

Everyone but me lived in her outer Borderline ‘ring’.  I and I alone lived in her inner core hell-prison as her replacement

This left my siblings on the OUTSIDE of my hell-world as witnesses to what Mother did to keep me from ever being born as a self or from escaping.  My siblings reaped the benefits (HA!) of having a different crazy mother than I had!  Mother only functioned AT ALL in her outer Borderline world because she maintained her capture and torture of me.

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As I read the comment to My Mother The Wall today I began to wonder if these two very clear and defined dual-Borderline realities Mother created didn’t have the benefit of making crystal clear to my siblings how completely NUTS Mother was!  I, as I lived as Mother’s replacement-evil-bad-child-in-hell (being devil bait!) in the inside Borderline core world, could never see what they saw from the outside.

I do believe that Mother had a Borderline world inside a Borderline world – and VERY clearly so.  What Mother did to me was completely different from how she mothered my siblings.

So, I wonder this morning, in cases where one child of a Borderline is singled out from siblings to be the chosen target of peculiar insane abuse – and there is no clear Borderline (!!) between an inner core Borderline universe of hell and an outer Borderline world that operates only if there is a captive kept as a replacement-in-hell in the inner core world, is there a ‘spill-over’ of brainwashing contamination that DID NOT HAPPEN in my mother’s case – in my case – in my siblings’ case?

Mother contained the worst of her contaminating brainwashing in her inner core world JUST FOR ME.  There was a very clear and terrible BORDERLINE between me and my siblings.  This meant, also, as a very strange benefit I am only seeing at this moment, of protecting my siblings from BELIEVING Mother.

I was the only one who believed her – because I was SUPPOSED to believe her.  Mother’s LIFE (as her body dictated and as she unconsciously knew it) depended on the devil being completely fooled!

Mother could only trick the devil into believing I was she if the myth was fundamentally believed BY HER and BY ME.  It was verbally affirmed in her home that I was the devil’s child.  Mother took great efforts to isolate me from contact with my siblings so I wouldn’t take them to the devil.  I was unequivocally Mother’s own bad-evil self.  But my siblings did NOT BELIEVE her!

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So, from my own point of view in cases where siblings DO believe the brainwashing terrible myths of a Borderline mother — the environment in which the horrors of abuse beyond belief happened WAS MISSING the kind of extremely clear inner-Borderline-core LINES that separated the innermost hell of the Borderline (like the one Mother made me live my 18 year childhood inside) from the outer PRETEND nicey nicey fake yet ‘better’ – Borderline reality everyone else in my family lived in but me.

In other words, Mother’s severe Borderline disturbed insane mine CLEARED UP MUDDY WATERS as she defined these two worlds she created in her life.

It was VERY clear who was in which world.  I on the inside in hell, my siblings on the outside STILL in crazyville but NOT abused or hated like I was.

Mother, in her version of BPD madness, CLEARED THE MUDDY WATERS by creating two entirely separate Borderline universes.

As a consequence, she DID NOT manage to contaminate the thinking of my siblings.  They were able throughout their childhood to CLEARLY see that Borderline line Mother created between me and them.  That, of course, would NEVER have been Mother’s intention.

Mother continued throughout her lifetime, well into the adulthood of all of her offspring, to spout her garbage to my siblings about me.  Nobody EVER believed her but me, though it took many years for ALL of us to truly comprehend in our adulthoods how irreparable and terribly damaged Mother was.

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After reading the comment I refer to today I also have wiped away from me any tiny tidbit of misgivings I might have been holding onto about my disowning Mother in 1988 – and never speaking to her again.

It is only by mixed-contamination of having been formed from birth in the universe of ANY kind a Borderline parent creates that we offspring might guess there is EVER a way to have anything like a ‘normal’ or ‘repaired’ relationship with ‘our Borderline’.

There is NO way that can every happen.  I believe BPD is a physiological disease of the body that changes the brain and nervous system for a lifetime for its hosts.  I also believe that the soul of my mother was freed from her diseased body when she died,  It is entirely up to God, of course, to comprehend the truth about my parents.  I pray for blessings and forgiveness for them both of my parents (Dad died in 2001) every day.

I do not believe Mother had a choice.  My hope for my own efforts in healing is that I can understand with some truthful clarity the way my mother’s severe BPD disease operated at the same time it destroyed her life – and created 18 years of terrible suffering for me as her daughter.

My siblings did NOT escape Mother without harm.  But that is THEIR story – and because my universe at Mother’s Borderline core of hell was so different from the outer Borderline world my siblings lived in, they cannot tell my story, either.

We each can benefit, I believe, by finding our OWN story and from separating it from ANYONE else’s.  I am so grateful for this clarity today about how fortunate I am that my five siblings DID NOT SIDE with our mother.  May we ALL find our own way to peace!

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NOTE:  To be even more clearly accurate I will also say that Mother did create a subsidiary psychotic universe inside her outer Borderline universe in which she protected her all-good God’s child self — onto one of her other children.  This Borderline universe stood in complete opposition to the inner core Borderline universe she created by projecting her all-bad devil’s child self — onto me.

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+GUIDING THE SOULS OF CHILDREN – SOME BEAUTIFUL PRAYERS

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Here are some very sweet prayers for infants and children:

“O Thou peerless Lord!  Let this suckling babe be nursed from the breast of Thy loving Kindness, guard it within the cradle of Thy safety and protection and grant that it be reared in the arms of Thy tender affection.” — ‘Abdu’l-Bahá — Baha’i Prayers: A Selection of Prayers Revealed by Baha’u’llah, the Bab, and `Abdu’l-Baha, Page 35

“O God!  Rear this little babe in the bosom of Thy love, and give it milk from the breast of Thy Providence.  Cultivate this fresh plant in the rose garden of Thy love and aid it to grow through the showers of Thy bounty.  Make it a child of the kingdom, and lead it to Thy heavenly realm.  Thou are powerful and kind, and Thou are the Bestower, the Generous, the Lord of surpassing bounty.” — ‘Abdu’l-Bahá — Baha’i Prayers: A Selection of Prayers Revealed by Baha’u’llah, the Bab, and `Abdu’l-Baha, Page 35

“O God!  Educate these children.  These children are the plants of Thine orchard, the flowers of Thy meadow, the roses of Thy garden.  Let Thy rain fall upon them; let the Sun of Reality shine upon them with Thy love.  Let Thy breeze refresh them in order that they may be trained, grow and develop, and appear in the utmost beauty.  Thou art the Giver.  Thou art the Compassionate.” ‘Abdu’l-Bahá — Baha’i Prayers: A Selection of Prayers Revealed by Baha’u’llah, the Bab, and `Abdu’l-Baha, Pages 35-36

“O Thou kind Lord!  These lovely children are the handiwork of the fingers of Thy might and the wondrous signs of Thy greatness.  O God!  Protect these children, graciously assist them to be educated and enable them to render service to the world of humanity.  O God!  These children are pearls, cause them to be nurtured within the shell of Thy loving-kindness.

“Thou art the Bountiful, the All-Loving.” — ‘Abdu’l-Bahá — Baha’i Prayers: A Selection of Prayers Revealed by Baha’u’llah, the Bab, and `Abdu’l-Baha, Page 36

“He is God!  O God, my God!  Bestow upon me a pure heart, like unto a pearl.” ‘Abdu’l-Bahá — Baha’i Prayers: A Selection of Prayers Revealed by Baha’u’llah, the Bab, and `Abdu’l-Baha, Page 37

“O God, guide me, protect me, make of me a shining lamp and a brilliant star.  Thou art the Mighty and the Powerful.” ‘Abdu’l-Bahá —  Baha’i Prayers: A Selection of Prayers Revealed by Baha’u’llah, the Bab, and `Abdu’l-Baha, Page 37

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+GUIDING THE SOUL OF A CHILD — THE OPPOSITE OF TRAUMA

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