What kinds of things did she say that were contrary?
always felt just an unlucky moment away from an eruption of rage I had done nothing to earn, that I was a relatively normal tempered child who's parent constantly treated her like a delinquent that would be lost to the juvenile detention system at any moment,
I have friends going back over 30 years. They assure me of this, yet at the time, my mother told me otherwise, "if only they knew the
real Turkish!" So what was the real me, how my mother viewed me, or how my friends, teachers, counselors, neighbors, or how the parents of my friends viewed me, which was the opposite of how my mother viewed me at the time?
Most importantly,
how did I view myself?Parents are mirrors for their children, most powerful mirrors, given that children are still forming their identities (senses of themselves). As children of BPD parents, most of us arrive here with skewed senses of ourselves, and identities which are wounded, no matter how high functioning we are in life otherwise. This doesn't necessarily mean that we are BPD ourselves, even if we show traits. I know I do, but I'm not BPD (thus saith, my therapist).
The first step in healing is acknowledgment of the past, and I'll point you to the Survivor's Guide in the right margin----> where do you think you are at this point?