I tried telling my professor that my father forgot my birthday again. She asked, not in a mean way but a genuine curiosity way, “isn’t that normal with men?” I was too emotional to explain that my entire life my father and his side in Germany would only recognize my existence on my birthday, which I shared with my paternal grandfather. And after he died they stopped wishing me happy birthday… So yeah. The height of the mud depends on the size of the dog.
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Inspired by A Skillful Story’s post
Part of my healing with BPD journey has come to include the #radicalacceptance that most people I interact with don’t understand the depths of my pain, even with the best of intentions.
For instance;