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Conestoga Township, PA, USA

As posted to FB Group "Bipolar, BPD, and MH Safe Haven"

ok, so I’ve been a member for a while and haven’t really been active. But I’m having some trouble. I’ve distanced myself from my family of blood. My siblings abused me, resent me for having protected me, without any of my knowledge or request, for being gay. And still resent me for it yet refuse to talk about it. Am I wrong to be unwilling to just forget? To me one can only forgive after discussion and deliberation, once each other is understood. Forgiveness can’t be given arbitrarily, in my beliefs. And to forget is even more impossible for me. That’s akin to acting like nothing ever happened, especially when something did. I was traumatized for life and they most likely are the reasons why my Bipolar Depression and Panic Disorder came into being. I already had the genetic predisposition. My mom also apparently always knew this also. Which adds a significant impact on my relationship with her. Especially since I’m far closer with my mom, especially as an adult, than I’ve ever been with my siblings. According to them, I’m trying too hard. WTF! But that’s not the actual reason why I’m posting.

As a result of me finally realizing that my childhood wasn’t simply abusive, but that I was in fact abused, and identifying the primary culprits as my siblings, not my mom as previously thought, I’ve replaced them in my life. I’ve replaced my whole family actually, but they exist in parallel since I refuse to disown my family of blood. I’ve always felt that that’s the cowardly way of doing things, much like forgetting arbitrarily. But the two I’ve deemed closest, also feel a mutual bond with me. One complication is that they’ve become romantically involved. I regard them as each my twin sister and my brother. But they don’t regard each other as siblings, quite obviously. But with them living together now, and 400 miles away (they’re in Connecticut, I’m in Pennsylvania), I’ve started feeling increasingly isolated from them. I know that my feelings run deeper than theirs, no matter how much that hurts me and I wish it wasn’t true. But I think part of that is as a consequence of my Bipolar disorder. We naturally feel all emotions more deeply and more extremely. They could never feel as deeply as I can. Maybe that’s not just a curse, but also a blessing to having this disorder. We feel more deeply than those who don’t have Bipolar or any other mood disorder. But I also fear that they’re more important to me than I am to them. That hurts more. The depth of emotion can’t be helped, it just is. But the assignment of importance, that’s a whole nother matter entirely. Anyway, my twin is not much different in thinking than I am, except that she doesn’t have Bipolar, or Panic Attacks. She has insanely more resilience than me, probably why she has no mood disorder and why mine are so severe. My biggest issue is that she feels ignored, including by me, which has had its own consequences, led me the closest that I’ve ever been to suicide, that day I was virtually catatonic. I felt like a zombie. I felt immune to any emotion other than dispair. Even all of their love, or declarations of it only prompted me to dismiss them as that they were only saying that they loved me out of guilt. It was only once I saw the sheer fear and longing in my Partner’s face and eyes that I started snapping out of it. But she’s been very short tempered lately, since she’s very overwhelmed at home, but the constant screaming just triggers my past childhood traumas. And the one I regard as my brother is a newer addition, so to say. But the difference is that he does have his own psychiatric issues that have only recently been noticed. But what hurts with him is that he’s a severe introvert, can almost never get him on the phone, almost always will only talk through text, and even then, gets upset with me when I’m too clingy, that just triggers my memories of how my blood siblings treated and still treat me. Even worse, they both have gotten into the habit of accusing me of making everything about me. Just because I want to speak about how I’m feeling. Am I wrong? I feel like I need to walk on eggshells with them, just like my blood, but in the same respect, I feel like they are with me also, they deny it, which just pisses me off more. But I fear that they don’t know me anymore, they just know that I’m sensitive and either fear triggering me or downright don’t care if they trigger me. I find myself seeing my blood siblings in them. I don’t want that. I would feel like a failure. I just wish that they would try to see things as I do, to feel as I do, to think as I do. I just want them to accept me for who I am, all of me, no reservations, no exceptions.

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Pequea Township, PA, USA

Neither do I, handle lies. But no one has told me what happened that day. No one even offered. As much as they say that they’re scared for me, I still think they’re scared of me, for me for how I could harm myself. But just like I said that day, guilt. Maybe it’s my severe mistrust. You lost it when you went back to Chris after Harrisburg, you’re regaining it. Becci, unintentionally, abandoned me and she’s been far more intolerant of me than she used to be. And I’m still getting to know Joe. He welcomes me in in one breath and violently pushes me away in the next. I know that they have to walk on eggshells for fear that I’ll blow up. I’m a ticking time bomb. But at the same time I’m walking on eggshells, exactly like my childhood, they don’t realize, or care, or simply can’t handle that they, unintentionally triggered 3 weeks ago by making me relive that trauma, that you witnessed first hand. To them I’m just making it all about myself. But I wasn’t in so much pain before then. It also doesn’t help that rather than being kinder, they’ve become more hostile, to me, in my perception, I’m willing to admit that it might be a delusion, but at least with some basis in fact. Please don’t share this. Other than Heidi Morgan or Kristen Clark (married now), you’re the only one who really understands the real consequences of what happened. I’m going to share this with Stehman as well.

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Home Actual, Stehman-Schenck Farmstead, Conestoga Township, Lancaster, PA, US

I’m Gay, and I was cut as an infant. My partner was left intact. We’ve not been intimate for a few years, but for other reasons. I also have that inferiority when I see an intact man. I feel like I obsess about it or that’s how I’m treated. I’ve never really found anyone who is supportive of how I feel. My partner says that he doesn’t understand what the big deal is for me. Luckily he said that he would never get cut. I used to panic any time he went to the doctor because I was afraid that they might con him into getting cut. When I tell him that he should be proud of being intact, he just said that it is what it is. Everywhere I express how I feel, how much mental anguish I have. It’s like having PTSD without remembering the exact event. Additionally, I recently found out that I have Borderline Personality Disorder, which is caused by an Attachment Trauma. I firmly feel that the first attachment trauma that I had was being cut. Luckily, my French-Canadian therapist agreed. But it’s this awful self hatred and loathing, and I am restoring, but to me, it doesn’t take away the pain, it just reminds me of how flawed I now am. But normally, anyone I mention my feelings to either minimizes it or Gaslights me (makes it that I’m the one who’s wrong), which just deepens my self-loathing and also makes me feel more isolated. I truly hate being American, if only for this one reason. I’m sorry guys if my post is a real downer, but for me, it’s the truth.

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