#bpd mother

[drheartstealer]

Yeah, my mom definitely is the "witch" subtype. Lol, she was slashing the table my aunt gave my dad WITH A KNIFE like a complete psycho because she was jealous or some shit. Fought with my dad too, but she lost so she doesn't physically take it out on dad. And I got beaten so many times for no good reason. She even almost scalded me with hot water once but somehow sanity prevailed. Fucking witch, the name fits.

[uhmidkman]

Said no to my bpd mum and she compared me to my father who literally molested me as a child

[nofuckingideawho]

I should have been aborted

[templetv]

the way I crave a parent who, not only loves me, but likes me, and notices me is so so embarrassing

[sunlit-mess]

sane fr

[bl00dyprince]

something smells rotten, and it's starting to spread

[isnotfound]

the worst crime a daughter can commit in her mothers eyes is develop into an individual

[thebpdcove]

I just want a mom.

[toniodarling]

no wayyyy Enki jumpscare on the Perverts cover

[bl0w-m3]

The feminine urge to not be like your mother

[junipersxlies]

[elainiisms]

the girls who get it get it

[blood-is-the-life]

Mary, from where you curled in the dirt did you look up at the body of your son and lapse from sorrow to feel rage? Or was it hate that pierced your heart like it has pierced mine?

Mary, did you scream and cry and beg God for an answer and curse him when you could not find it? Did anger brew in your chest until your ribs snapped like mine?

Mary, could you bear to look at those your son loved? Did Judas’ face fill you with so much rage you wanted to strike him? Did Peter’s denial make you want to tear at your hair and claw at your eyes?

Did you bury your faith in the yard? Did you claw it out of the earth and devour it like I did? Is the dirt still under your nails? Is it still stuck in your teeth? Did you wonder if your hands would ever be clean again? Will our hands ever be clean?

[templetv]

my chest aches so much that I think there's something wrong with my heart, but of course there's something wrong with my heart- I am my mother's son after all

[alicelilwolf]

I wrote this poem to touch on what I experienced in my childhood and teen years that led to me developing and being diagnosed with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder)

Echoes of a Lost Childhood

Damn right I'm angry,

At the ghosts of my past,

I was too young to carry

Such burdens that last.

Children should laugh,

And dance in the sun,

But I bore the weight

Of what should've been shunned.

Don't tell me it shaped me,

I know that too well,

I could've been carefree,

Instead, I was compelled.

The protectors, they faltered,

Left me to fend,

Healing can't alter

The wounds that won't mend.

Damn right I'm angry,

For youth stolen away,

No amount of solace

Can bring back those days.

[cardiac-arresting-sweetheart]