Hey guys
I am male, 25 years old.
Lately I've been reading about personality disorders.
All of the sudden I could place a lot of people in the "borderline" category.
Then I remembered some crazy $#%^ and I think it could be just projection method.
Since like 17 I've been having these mood swings, sometimes hating people I should love. Never wanted to hurt them, but I think many times I did...
Never had a "normal" relationship. Had this one girl who maybe loved me. But the more she showed love, the more I wanted to run away, thinking she will disappoint me. In the end she did. Or it was me, I don't know anymore. When she left, I wanted her back.
I knew something is wrong with me for a long time, but only when I analyzed my thoughts in detail I came to this conclusion.
Drug abuse was a big problem for me. I was using some of the strongest psychedelics, in ridiculous doses. It induced a psychotic episode lasting for over a year. Friends are surprised I survived all of that stuff, so am I sometimes.
But during that time I remembered a lot of stuff which may be the reason I am like this.
When I was 3 years old someone kissed me in the mouth. I wiped it, and the person did it again, telling me I must have his/hers saliva on my face until it dried out. I never again remembered that moment until one heavy psychedelic trip. Now the memory is gone again, but I know I was confused and scared then. When I was 7 some older girl took me to the closet to "play Santa Barbara". she was kissing me with the tongue and I didn't like it. Didn't even know what she was doing. I liked that girl. Never knew why she did that. The more I think of it the funnier it is, but at that time I'm not sure it was.
Regular beatings were also very common, from both my parents. My mother was overprotective, never taught me how to defend myself. Also would beat the $#%^ out of me when I did something wrong. Now she acts like it didn't happen, called me crazy when I mentioned this one time when she broke a wooden spoon on me and my brother.
Father was beating the $#%^ out of me even more often with this army leather belt, aiming to hit me with this big metal buckle. Next day he would ask me to show him the bruises when driving me to school. Never did they admit it or told me it wasn't my fault. I never thought of it until all that experimenting with psychedelics. In school kids didn't really like me, because I was from a country we were in war with at the time. It wasn't very popular thing. But I never needed their affection, I sort of wanted to be alone anyway. And I've been alone all my life, because of not trusting anyone out of fear they will hurt me. But now I realize it may not be the best solution to feel like that.
Well, I don't know the truth. Don't even know why I'm on some forum writing all this to random people who will have the will to read some of that ###$ up $#%^.
Never mind, maybe it's just weird holding it all to myself. If I write it down somewhere, maybe it will feel better. I don't know. Hope you guys are okay.
Peace