Until recently, I thought of myself as a very empathetic person. A person who wouldn’t hurt others on purpose, cry when I saw poor old people…coz I can feel them so closely…and yet I defy my belief that I MUST understand how the “normal people” tick. Coz I thought everyone is like me….feeling like me. And THAT feeling changes a person. THAT amplified feeling…200% more than a normal person…is BPD. Think!!
YET….it was just last week, that I understood how people around me might feel…That their feelings were hurt…by my words, actions.
I was so wrapped in pain, that MY pain made me blind….I existed in my world with my daughters. Nothing was allowed to filter in.
Each day I struggle to be understood. I am not articulate. I don’t use the right words, I make blunders, and it takes me a bit to put clarity to my sentences. To this day, with my daughters.. we play the erase game…and start again. They listen, and then explain what they meant….and we three laugh sometimes.
I am a businesswoman and a mother!