@firefly,
Are you a licensed psychologist firefly?
Because I don't think you should be diagnosing people with disorders if you're not.
I've seen multiple psychologists and psychiatrists in my lifetime, and none of them have mentioned a possibility that I could have BPD. The consensus has always been that I suffer from major depressive disorder.
I will say a little bit about my mother. But keep in mind that there isn't a whole lot that anyone can tell me about her that I probably haven't already thought of. I'm already well aware of the impact she's had my life. Unfortunately it's been a largely negative one.
My mother had many great qualities. She was a very beautiful woman, she had a great sense of humor, an infectious laugh, and a kind heart. Unfortunately she was also a very selfish person.
My father was diagnosed with either prostrate or colon cancer (I forget which one). It was a very hard fight for my father. He suffered very greatly through treatment. He was in a great deal of pain throughout the entire ordeal. He spent most of the final months on morphine after the cancer spread throughout other parts of his body. In an effort to stop the cancer from spreading he underwent a surgery which resulted in the doctors fitting him with an ostomy bag. If you're not familiar with what this is, it's a bag that's attached to your body that collects urine. He had to carry around a piss bag attached to him at the end of his life!
I can't express in words how horrible I feel for my father and all he went through while he was dying. He was a very strong willed man, and never complained about his pain to us kids. If you met him during this time you probably wouldn't have even known anything was wrong with him. But he was in a great deal of pain. He fought hard against the cancer, and it was a lengthy fight. I would give anything if I could go back in time and do something, anything to ease his pain. He was brilliant man, and great father. He provided my sister and I with a very comfortable life, and with experiences that most children never get to have.
He was going to teach me how to fly. Did you know that? That's something that never came to pass after he was gone. I could've been a pilot too, just like him.
Because of the surgery that resulted in the ostomy bag, my father lost the use of his penis.
While my father lay sick and dying towards the very end of his life, my mother began an affair with our next door neighbor. She couldn't even wait until my dad was dead and in the ground before she started ******* someone else. I caught her sneaking home one night and confronted her about it. Even at that age, I knew what was going on.
Are you starting to understand while I call women devils?
The first birthday my sister had after my father died (when she was turning 10), my mother didn't show up because she was out on a date. She dated several men during this time period, and oh they were some real winners. My mother was nowhere near as sharp as my father, and she had no idea of how to manage money. She led us into financial ruin, and by the time she died and we sold the house we didn't even get any money from it because it all went towards all the liens placed on it.
My mother was essentially a child, and my sister and I were the adults. We raised ourselves. We did the best we could until she died. I tried to be a father to my sister as best I could. I tried to take care of her. I know sometimes I fucked up, but I tried the best I could. My mother wasn't around during these years. I mean she was sometimes, but mostly she was off with different men.
Do you have any idea the rage that was going through my mind and body the night I came home from visiting best friend while he lay dying in the hospital, and I walked into my apartment to find my fiancee having sex with another man in my bed?
I broke his arm and dislocated his jaw. Spent the night in jail for the first (and only) time in my life. Although I did get into a physical fight with with one of my mother's boyfriends once, almost resulting in charges pressed.
Women are selfish. They are liars, cheaters, devils.
Woman are the root cause of the depression I've experienced throughout my life.
I see plenty of grays in life. You are very wrong on that the claim that I only see things in extremes. Life isn't black and white to me. However what you're failing to recognize is that is that love and hate are very close to each other within the human psyche. I will always love my mother. She's my mother. Because of her I have dimples when I smile, because of her I have an infectious laugh. But I also hate her. I will always hate her.
The benefits of a regular sex life have been widely reported. There are all kinds of health benefits, and psychological benefits. The longest I've gone without sex since I became sexually active was about 3 1/2 years. 3 and a half years during my mid twenties! During the best sexual years of my life! That was taken away from me, and it wasn't from lack of trying! It's going on a full year now since Mary. Do you understand what that does to a person mentally? Women have alienated me, excluded me. Women have rejected me as a person.
Women have the control in life. Women are the enemy, the enemy and the master. They control men.
It's not right.
Women are the root cause of all the psychological problems I have.
Women are evil.