Anyone who knows my story will know we have gotten over the worst of things over last couple of years. Most conflict and aggression towards me or the kids is all but gone, awareness of tge disorder, and getting professional hep is on track. Each summer in particular has been wasted battling either addictions, alcoholism or medical issues, some not related to lifestyle (cancer) some related to BPD and med abuse eg ruptured stomach ulcer, mouth reconstruction due to self harming to get pain killers, and other assorted issues.
Roll around this summer (yes its sunny here in Aus
) thing are looking good the old nuggets of neediness and lack of proactive effort are on the "to do list", but otherwise things are on the big improve, everything looking rosy. Bought a new camper and I proposed (we are currently defacto, mainly on hold due to BPD issues)... yes you heard right I proposed to a pwBPD who had put me through hell...
All set to climb mountains and conquer the world this summer, then stumbling through the bedroom the other night over the knee deep pile of rubbish over the floor. Bang, crash, wallop. Suddenly the stakes just went up, broke bones in her foot. This was obvious it was going to happen sooner or later. In plaster from knee down cant put any weight on her foot for minimum 3 months.
This summer is going to be volumes of neediness, frustration, depression. Her lack of physical fitness means crutches are hard work. This is going to be a real test. Tool box is going to get a big workout, I am determined not to have a miserable summer by association.
Wish me luck
