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Oct 15, 2020, 11:48 AM
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Member Since: Jul 2019
Location: Downtown Vibes, California
Posts: 15,701
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Originally Posted by bpcyclist
First therapy session went well. She says my childhood development likely was arrested at around age 6 due to various medical and maternal trauma, I guess. She is optimistic about integration. I parked my emotions in this child, evidently.
Very frightened and sad. The more I learn, the more aberrant and sick it appears I have been. I am afraid noone will ever be my friend. Noone will ever love me, because I am too scary and ill.
I have had a secret dream of bp stability at some point and maybe a woman again. Who on earth could ever take such a personal risk to be with someone this psychiatrically unwell. Do not see it. Just too risky. So very sad and scared.
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Meh. You truly never know. My husband and I have been married for 30-something years; he has severe OCD, PTSD from Vietnam, is a hoarder - and I have my own stuff. Yet, we understand each other so well and are the best of friends.
I believe the most important aspect of any relationship is that both people are working their stuff, that both are committed to that.
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