My Life With Crazy
A Place For Adult Children of Borderline Mothers to Share and Heal
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JD said:   July 5, 2014 12:32 pm PST
My therapist suggested yesterday that my mother might have BPD. Clearly he is worth the money because all of this sounds identical to my mom. I ANSI relieved. I suddenly (in the span of 48 hours) feel a thousand times less crazy!! I don't know where to go next but at least I finally know for sure-it's not me. Thank god.

Mel said:   June 14, 2014 5:33 pm PST
I also am sad to realize that I am not the only ony to have survived a bizarre childhood with frequent rages, fear, insecurity, and wanting to disappear. I remember watching MommyDearest and thinking, that it was almost like my real life. I hope all of you who read this overcome and can know you are worthy and can be happy,

Danita said:   June 9, 2014 9:26 am PST
I discovered this site last week, it's been like discovering a new family. That Im not alone in my tragic childhood, that my mother is the crazy person I remember her being. The blame, rages, abuse, real and not my fault. I think I have forgiven and moved on, but the memories surface in the strangest moments. Im reminded that it will never b over for me.

WANDA SEVERN said:   May 16, 2014 8:14 am PST
I am amazed there are others out there like me.I thought I was alone.I have been researching everything I can about personality disorders and I couldn't believe there was my mother on the pages! I recently have contacted a mother died New Years eve. I thought I was doing ok but old issues have risen and much anxiety.Then I happened upon this website!

DKB said:   May 14, 2014 12:57 am PST
After reading about Mother's Day through the lens of a child with a bpd mother, I felt a sense of relief. I am nearly 40 years old and finally, after several years of therapy, am I coming to terms with the fact that my mother has bpd. The realization is both saddening and freeing for me. On the one hand, I am aware that the turbulent and difficult childhood that I had was not because I was a terrible or "disgusting" child. But rather bc my mother was in a constant state of being ruled by her emotions. I am saddened though bc I am painfully aware that the only thing left to do is to grieve the idealized image of a mother that I wished I had. This site is very healing and it is nice to know that others share in this experience. However, it saddens me for a future generation of children who have to struggle with the uncertainty and inconsistency that is a parent with bpd.

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