Certainly, it's important to acknowledge and identify the effects of BPD on your life. It's equally important to realize that it neither dictates who you are nor fixes your destiny.
It's not about blame or wallowing...you are all molded by so much more than a dysfunctional past, and you must ultimately take responsibility for creating the life you want.
Games where someone wants to touch your body where your swimsuit covers or they ask you to touch their body where their swimsuit covers. Those body parts are private. No one is allowed to touch you there, or ask you to touch them there.
I think it is unnatural to think that there is such a thing as a blue-sky, white-clouded happy childhood for anybody. Childhood is a very, very tricky business of surviving it. Because if one thing goes wrong or anything goes wrong, and usually somet...
My childhood was very difficult. I had every childhood disease and then some, but my parents didn't mollycoddle me. They left me to fight those battles on my own. I guess that was very Canadian, very stoic. But it's good. I had to become a warrior. I...
I had a kind of Dickensian childhood.
My childhood was colorfully anarchic and punctuated by a lot of change.
I had a relatively tumultuous childhood.
I'd had a rough childhood.
Naughtiness is a diamond of childhood.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
Sometimes I wanted to take a memory - one perfect memory - curl up in it, and go to sleep.
I am a people watcher and I have a very good memory.
I'd say my best memory was climbing Mt. Fuji, and the worst memory was... trying to fit my feet into the free giveaway slippers at Japanese schools.
Memory is quite central for me. Part of it is that I like the actual texture of writing through memory.
I have to say, creating memories is so important to me that I did a book about creating memories for your family.
My earliest memory is making peach cobbler with my grandmother. A wonderful memory. I grew up in a restaurant family - B.B.Q. restaurant.
The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.
He liked the fragility of those moments suspended in time. Those memories whose only function is to leave just a trace in memory.
Places seem to me to have some kind of memory, in that they activate memory in those who look at them.
I don't think my mum ever understood my love of Doctor Who. Surely her strongest memory would have been me, standing at the top of the stairs, crying about how the "jelly men" were going to get me? Sorry, Mum, for those sleepless nights, but it was w...
