I don’t know what phase I’m at but it’s hell,
I have an adult son and an adult daughter with BPD both different and similar in behaviour. It’s terrible. I feel so ashamed as I was in an abusive marriage for 5 years when they were children and I wonder how much of this mess was caused by that. My daughter is pregnant and has decided to cut me off. Since doing the walking on eggshells work book a lot makes sense, kinda! But my heart is so broken and I have no idea how to carry on. I’m a mess. I also have an older son whom has schizophrenia and autism. I have lost my family in a moment it seems.
My son with BPD is very abusive and iv had to push him away, I did so before I knew it was BPD because I was drowning in his destructive behaviour, now he is homeless he lives in a car and we have had to get a restraining order as he has made many death threats and acted out doing things that are very dangerous and could have hurt us or others. He lives in his car near by and we see him in the neighbourhood often he refuses to move on or get help.
My daughter has been a withholder and I felt deeply if I stopped taking her aggressive behaviour she would make it known she would withhold my granddaughter when born, I had no choice but to put in boundaries. Her behaviour has been worse than ever throughout her pregnancy and the lies have got out of control she tells so many lies, I find it impossible to be in her company sometimes and because of this she feels constantly rejected. I have poured my love into my family and worked very hard as a mother and woman but apparently I’m not good enough or even just good. I am the root of all their problems they say. I am a super villain.
Iv hit the wall and although I miss them endlessly I do not want the drama and constant character assassination anymore, iv been a mum for nearly 27 years.
Iv arrived here beaten down and I have no idea of who I am anymore, II was always optimistic and had a cheerful disposition. Honestly I feel hopeless and like I’m never going to recover from this this
Sorry to be such a sad sack
I miss my family I’d imagined my adult children thriving and coming over for Sunday dinners, I’d hoped for grandchildren and hugs and laughter but it’s a huge
PLEASE READing mess and I’m so sad.
Thanks for your time