by Moltar » Thu Dec 13, 2012 4:46 am
Copied and pasted from my other post as I did not see this one (Although I would, out of my own arrogance, to keep my other thread up, and if no one replies to it or this, so be it, I suppose I will look elsewhere for the answers I seek)
I honestly have no idea what would trigger something, nor if what I say could potentially trigger it. Alright, so to make it clear, I may be a "BPD-Sufferer" or I may not be.
Prior to making my first BPD girlfriend (as she admitted that she was diagnosed with it and other disorders) it has made me reflect on quite a bit on how my father had treated me as a child. Yes, I understand that this is a support group for those with BPD, but I do not ask for sympathy, but just an answer to the question: After presenting all of the information below, do you think he may have been BPD, or at least Bi-Polar?
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Alright, so I do know that Borderline Personality Disorder is rarely seen in males, and is, as I have read somewhere, misdiagnosed for AntiSocial Personality Disorder, as females are normally misdiagnosed for Borderline Personality Disorder when they may end up having AntiSocial Personality Disorder. There is also the whole comorbidity between the two as well. So, my first question would be to ask how does a male with BPD differ from a female with BPD, how do they express the way they feel when society frowns upon males who express how they actually feel? Do they do it anyway, or just express it in another way? What makes APD and BPD different from each other? How are they similar?
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On to my father, I'll try to shorten it a bit. My father smooth-talked my mother into giving him her virginity at the age of 22, and because she was got knocked up she had to drop out of college (Community) as she was to give birth to me, the Bastard Child. My mother stated that my father, although denied entirely that I was his, he still went to see me when I was born and 'held me in his hands' as he said from time to time. My father was also with his friends at the time, as he tells it from his side, and he gave his friends 20 bucks to buy some baby stuff; diapers, powder, etc. Normally when he brings it up he sounds all sentimental and reminiscent about it, but then normally brings up how I'll end up leaving him (which was entirely true) and then says "It would hurt your brother if you left... he truly loves you" blah blah, fail attempt at emotional blackmail. Anyway, growing up... after seeing me in the hospital and all that jazz, he just got up and left, went on to deny I was his, and dodged child support. Five years later, my mother finally had the sense to take him to court as times were getting hard trying to raise a child as a single mother, but my mother has always been the caring type, always putting me about her own needs, sometimes ridiculously so, but I love her for it. Just putting it out there that my mother wasn't the abusive one, but rather the supportive, yet slightly perfectionist one. My father demanded visitation rights (I think he tried to get sole custody for whatever reason and failed miserably and got once a month). During the times that I ended up going over his house, he always took me out somewhere, normally with his mother, my 'mom mom' as I called her before she died. He treated me pretty nicely then, but even then I found it boring over there. He lived in a one-room apartment and going out to places was fun, but the conversations were always awkward, just small talk that I hated even back then. Eventually he married an obese white lady, who is my step-mother and the mother of his next child. From what I've heard of how they met, my father was a bit of a smooth talker, always knowing what to say to get what he wanted. I share this trait as well, but I don't know if what he does is similar to how BPD is, where it isn't premeditated, but for me it is. For instance, I try to see what I can get out of something before doing it, and consider the consequences when doing it. I know that having a parent with BPD may increase the chances of you getting it, but I have a strong doubt that I would have inherited it, unless males with BPD express it differently than a female would.
Anyway, back to the story... he ended up marrying my step mother and they moved into a house, they pushed for more visitation rights and I was forced to visit twice a month instead of once, and instead of just a day, it became a full weekend. At first the changes were a bit subtle from the caring and loving (yet boring) father I had visited once a month. He became or irritable and easily angered, and definitely yelled profanities a lot when upset. Step-Brother was born, his 'love and affection' were turned on him, while I still had to visit, sit and watch what was on TV, as I was always a more 'to-myself' type of person. As I grew up, and as my step-brother grew up, his anger became more and more apparent and easily set off. I don't remember if there was much verbal abuse back then, as I was around 6 or 7 and it's been a LONG time ago. He drank a lot, I do not remember when it started, but it was after he moved to his new house. He would berate me for every little mistake I made, but I think it was like this even prior to moving into the new house... although less frequent. Before moving to the new house, I remember being afraid of him though, for one time he was 'teaching me how to box' when I was around 6 I think, y'know punching his hands and whatnot, and I got an opening and punched him right in the nose... drew blood too, and I remember being petrified of what he was going to do. I don't know why he did not, perhaps seeing me petrified with fear caused him to reconsider any actions he was thinking of. Anyway, new house... I was in elementary school, I remember my mother and I living with her abusive and psychotic boyfriend. That's another story, but y'know the deal, friendly and appealing at first, then the real side shows. He was bi-polar and apparently schizophrenic as my mother overheard him having conversations and arguments with himself... and possibly Borderline because she said that, while I was at my father's house he threatened her with a knife when she threatened to leave him, or perhaps that's Narcissistic Personality Disorder? Anyway, I always loved drama when I was little, so I stirred up a bit. I disliked my father and I remember my mother's boyfriend smacked me pretty hard upside my hide for doing something stupid, and so I devised a plan... not really a plan, just improvised. I told my father that my mother's boyfriend said he would beat him up or something, dunno why he bought it, was a pretty obvious lie. Told mother's boyfriend about it as well. Well, unfortunately nothing bad happened as it was defused, but I never got in trouble for it, made me consider how powerful words can be.. I think I was 8? 9? Was hoping one would kill the other to be honest. Even more unfortunate, my grandfather got involved as well, I forget how, but I think it was more impulsive than anything, I wanted my father to get beat pretty badly, preferably dead. Although as young as I was, I did not consider the consequences of what would happen to my grand father if there was a physical altercation, or even worse, a murder. He used to be a guard in the penitentiary and knew how to deal with inmates with his hands as I don't think guns were allowed since if an animate got one, it'd be a huge riot. He could handle himself, I'm sure, but a prison guard going to prison? Especially since there are still there in prison that remembered him; although he was respectful to prisoners, as they respected him, he was strong and so were they, but it was more of an understanding really... anyway... yeah. My father was weak, my grandfather was strong, my mother's boyfriend was pretty strong as well, so basically at the age of 10, I ended up plotting a way to get rid of him.
I remember one time when I came home without my science book because I had homework for it, and I was too pressured and afraid to lie like I normally did (I used to lie a lot... compulsively and pathologically. I'm different now though, as the consequences of getting caught are pretty high and not worth lying over, at least not usually) and he threw me down the stairs... I remember stumbling away down the hallway, only for him to catch up and attempt to throw me down the basement steps (Which aren't carpeted mind you, they were pure wood at the time) but I caught on to the doorway with my shoulder and still have to scar to prove it. After that, he told me to 'go to bed' or whatever. I remember my step mother not intervening, as she was afraid herself, but she did talk to him after. That was the first and only form of physical abuse I've suffered though, and he apologized for it after. I think it was this event that made me do the whole mother's boyfriend vs father type of thing. (To reiterate, my mother's boyfriend at the time was psychotic and was just as easily irritated as my father was, except he was stronger, and definitely would have won, and killed him, and ended up in jail. Win-Win). There were other physical abusive things, like stepping on my hands when I watched TV one time he grounded me for my grades in school. I also remember getting a bad grade, and my father said he would 'take care of me' when he got home. To hopefully defuse the situation, I ran up to him and gave him a hug... I think then he threw me to the ground... or kneed me in the chest and did it? Another time was the ruler thing, he made me wrap my hands around a vase and he beat my hands repeatedly with a ruler until they were 'broken' and of course I lied, but little did I know that if they were broken they would be unable to unfold from the vase, but eventually he let me go. My step mother was also there and watched.
So besides for physical abuse, as I have no idea if it is common for someone with Borderline Personality Disorder to be physically abusive, as I only hear of emotional abuse, but he did it in some rather extreme ways.
Punishment - His forms of punishment, when not physically abusive, were demeaning tasks like scrubbing the floor or doing a lot of chores. Now they may not sound demeaning, but what was is that my step-brother shared the same exact punishment, only to a slightly lesser extent, so as to 'guilt-trip' me or something. Now, the reason my grades were so poor was because I was diagnosed with A.D.D/A.D.H.D and he refused to believe that I had it and was just lazy. A bit unfair, but oh well, no use crying over spilled milk. Eventually, when he saw that this had no effect, as I didn't care either way, I preferred this actually because with him helping I got everything done faster. As I grew up, he stopped all physical abuse and concentrated on verbal. I remember one time my step mother said 'You look nice today Moltar, I bet all the girls will want you" and my father replies, by interjecting himself into the conversation and saying "Ain't no girl going to want you" which I have taken to heart really. She said I looked good, but he reacted negatively, I'm guessing to either get the attention off of me and on to him, or to make me feel bad and never get a girlfriend as it would mean me coming over less. He has berated me from time to time, but none I remember more than the situation I stated above. I mean, besides for saying I'm selfish, self-centered, and that I don't care about anyone but yourself (and then later "You don't care about anything, do you?") and he was right. Even back then, I didn't care about any of them. Me and my brother were pretty close, by close I mean he was the only reason I kept my sanity and did not commit suicide, as in not that I had an attachment, but we played video games, had cool and childish discussions, watched TV together, etc. He was like a 'best friend' when I was over there really, it was so boring otherwise. Anyway, my step-brother was HIS favorite child really, as he forged him into whatever he wanted. He was more athletic (Baseball MVP and active in the sports community. I used to play Football and was a starter, but never liked it because I was forced into it), smarter (If getting good grades makes you smart, then he was, as he got all A's and B's, while I was in my own world with B's and C's and sometimes D's), more social (He had tons of friends and constantly needed to be with one, a true extrovert. I was by myself, inside and alone but not because I was lonely, but I loved being alone, I just got bored so easily. Never had more than 2 friends at a time). Another funny thing about my brother, he has a big attitude problem, as he gets over-exaggerates everything, gets angry and even yells at his mother and can even argue with his father, in which case doing either would have resulted in some harsh punishment. He is definitely overly-emotional yet at the same time he is a bit uncaring at times. In fact, before I stopped going over, his emotional swings were getting worse and worse. After I left, I blocked all of their numbers and only through an email my father sent my mother that my brother wished to talk to me again, apparently he had a blood sugar level over a 1000 and is a diabetic. I didn't want to talk to anyone from over there, but my mother forced me to do it, so just a brief conversation with him and I was finished, haven't heard from him again, and frankly I didn't care.
In between leaving + brother's hospitalization and him being the new favorite child, as I was seen as 'failure' kind of, at least to my father, but someone who my brother adores. They had another child, when my step-brother was 5, and I was 10. My step-sister is "daddy's princess" and my step mother's favorite. I found it rather selfish that they insisted on me coming over to satisfy my step-brother's emotional attachment to me, or just as a stress outlet. My step-sister can even say 'No" to both my step mother and my father without anything bad. Worse she got as a spanking with the "Wooden Spoon" which she fears more than anything. She also at risk of being a diabetic as well, just to clarify, as they are all rather spoiled rotten, literally. Now, to sum up the rest of my life with him, I have been the sole outlet of his stress. He would berate me, especially when I had something I was proud of. I was even berated for doing nothing, although not in front of everyone else though. He wondered why I "walked around looking all depressed" and whatnot, and kept asking me about it, and I kept saying 'nothing'. Eventually, one time when we were on a 'vacation' or basically a baseball tournament for my brother, as they always want to go. I did not wish to deal with the questioning if I refused, so I always say yes. These weekends were extremely boring, as I hated baseball, and my step-brother was normally out playing in his tournament, that left me there doing absolutely nothing, being bored out of my mind. As someone who gets bored really easily, having to deal with this almost every week (As his visitations were three weeks in a month, and he was striving to make it every week. One time him and my step mother cornered me, literally, and 'asked' whether or not I wanted to live with them. I contemplated on it and definitely would prefer the questioning and the attempted 'guilt-trips' rather than having to go through with it every single day). Anyway, one day he really confronted me on 'why I looked so depressed' or 'what was wrong with me' and he looked me right in the eyes, told me not to look away, and I couldn't help but tear up a little bit, not just out of fear, but hatred. It was in front of everyone as well, so I naturally tried to hold my tears back and violent thoughts back. This was one of the last straws that broke the camels back, as weekend with him berating me, I got the courage to argue back, and I had to back out because I knew I would have done something. After that incident, I texted my mother (she didn't know any of this, as I did not wish to get her involved or else I would have to defend her by killing him) and told her that I was extremely close to taking the hammer and bashing his skull in and killing the rest of his family with him, or perhaps even making him watch while I killed the rest of his family.
After that, at the age of 17, I stopped going over. Regardless of his calls stating of how 'my brother missed me' as I've heard it at least a hundred times before. My mother gives me random updates from the court stating that they had a divorce, because of what my father was doing to my brother, doing what he did to me, and because she valued her husband above a step child, I had to endure, but since she values her own child's feelings above her husband's, she leaves and he gets off easy. Obviously the sugar level being that dangerously high, his depression caused him to eat more and more. So, way I see it, like how he treated me when he first started seeing me, he treated them kindly, but then gradually he gets abusive and wonders why it's his fault. My father was a different person when talking to his friends, even my brother, as high as his grades were he was normally oblivious to things. He became the charming and caring guy that he used as a mask. A mask he put on when I was younger, and when he (my brother) was younger.
So, extremely long, so...
TL;DR:
- Father saw me when I was born, but never after until pressured for child support five years later (Attachment, then detachment)
- Father started seeing me once pressured for child support and wanted custody. Treated me extremely nicely
- Father marries a fat white lady, my step mother, and conceives my step-brother
- Less attention towards me and more towards his wife until birth of brother which was turned on to him
- Became abusive, verbally, emotionally, and physically to me when I was 8 to 10, had a drinking problem
- I improvised a fight between my mother's at the time psychotic boyfriend (who may happen to be Borderline) whom I disliked, hoping they would kill each other, or at least my father would be dead and the other in jail.
- Fight was defused, attempted to set up a fight between my grandfather, who used to work in the prison, and my father, hoping he would kill my father. I liked my grandfather, and love him as of now being one of the only ones that supported me, and I did not think of the consequences before starting the fight, as he would be in jail, so I never did anything like that again
- Brother was tailored into what my father wanted him to be, athletic, good grades, and to be very social. I was the exact opposite and was berated for it, although he does not acknowledge it as 'berating' me, as I confronted him about it and did not admit to it.
- Ends up 'forgetting' promises he has made, yet makes up 'promises' that are mere fabrications which have never happened in order to suit him.
- Is very aggressive and easily aggravated, and has mood swings which can have him apologize after doing something, and sometimes 'crying' to himself about something (One time he told me he was crying about how messed up my life is going to become)
- Is very friendly and charming to his friends, yet the opposite to his family except for whomever is newest offspring at the time
- Often attempts to 'guilt trip' me into not leaving stating that my 'brother will miss me' if I left, in which case he does when I eventually do
- Berates my mother, sometimes right in front of me, have to restrain myself from doing anything I may end up regretting (although this is more for me).
- Tries to get me to side with him when he and my mother have an argument, I pretend to side with him to save face, but I tell me mother how I truly feel except for violent thoughts (since very early age)
- Can be very defensive toward family, especially me, although I was his major stress outlet ("You can't insult my family, only I can" type of thing)
- Either you can be praised, or hated. I was mostly hated, yet although this would be black, he did not allow me to leave, so I don't know if that would be considered greyish. My step-siblings were white, unless he was angered, regardless of how small the mistake, it would be punished, however the punishments have been lowered significantly.
- After leaving at the age of 17, court tells my mother that he and my step mother divorced, my step mother explains that she didn't appreciate the way he was treating my step brother (as he was the next in line to be outlet, as she was the enabler).
- Step Brother apparently is depressed after divorce, gets hospitalized for having blood sugar level above 1000 and although I persist in ignoring all calls, my mother forces me to talk. Talk for a while, never do it again.
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Now, extremely long story explains a lot of details that the TL;DR lacks, but the TL;DR also has information the long story lacks because I remembered it last minute and added it. I know there is no way of knowing without him getting a diagnosis, but I do not plan on, nor care on him getting diagnosed, and definitely not treated, as I do not think he would deserve it either way. Yes, I do understand that many people with BPD can sympathize with him if he does indeed have BPD, however, I do not. I will say that it could affected me more, especially if I actually cared about what the others thought of my sudden leave and refusal to go over. I would have stopped sooner, but I know that by law I am forced to go over until I hit an adult, as I am legally not my own person. However, I also did not wish to deal with having my mother get involved and insist on fighting; this was how I saw it back then, I was around 9 or 10 when I got that scar and thought of showing it to my mother, but showing it to my mother, to me, would be a sign of weakness and not only would it show how I could not handle pressure, but that she would do something stupid and idiotic like try to fight my father, physically and not verbally, and she would end up in jail. Not to mention that she could use that assault as an excuse to say the scar was done by her and I'd have to live with him... at least, that was the way I saw it back then. Also, if she fought him and he hit her back, I would have given up at that moment on trying to live and survive and just go and murder the entire family, then do myself in because killing an entire family, children included, is a death sentence. Definitely would have done myself in after.
Inb4: See a Psychiatrist, you need help!
Edit: Upon interrogating my mother, as in inquiring about anything related to my father, I found out that 1. My father had a black book, and within he had a list of the names of hundreds of girls he had sex with. He also cheated on my mother multiple times during their relationship, as she was too much in to him to be of sound mind to dump him. Unfortunate. So, sexual promiscuity is a huge thing for him as well (He also has been caught cheating on my step mother, but she remains with him faithfully). 2. For whatever reason, my mother recalled that she got a letter that was misdirected and sent to me instead of my father, which was a letter about my brother's psychiatrist appointments that I did not know about. He may have had anger management issues, but I do not think you need a psychiatrist if it were that simple. This may also lead me to believe that my father may have been seeing a psychiatrist, which would explain the less abuse over the years.