Borderline Personality Disorder

Borderline personality disorder (BPD)




Does this remind you of someone? :yinyang:

This was a major area of research for me in college. It's very common particularly in females and some believe it has to do with the aftermath of children raised after the Vietnam War. Broken homes are also a contributing factor, so there is also a tendency to run in families. It can consist of several components. The worst combination is the narcissistic type and the schizoid type. In the case of females, the narcissist who needs no one aggressively protects the little girl using feminine sexuality. On the other hand it's aggression protecting the frightened and lonely little girl child scares off others, from the child who wants to be loved, so it craves attention and affection, and loops around to become too vulnerable. The schizoid component provides a switch to almost instantly move between the two personas when living as one or the other becomes too painful. It is very difficult to treat.
 
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Shit, about 15 years ago I went out with a chick that had dual personality disorder with borderline manic depression. I don't know how we lasted for a year but we did.

Try that on for size.

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Will E., before I start my post:

I feel a deep compassion for you, as crazy as you are :)

Okay.

I had a dream this night, in which I met Charlie Sheen. H was looking really sad, and as we travelled on, I was wondering why.

Then we came to a little shack, and as the door opened, there was Charlie Sheen looking out... looking REALLY evil.

Okay, tow Charlies - now things get complicated.

Then I noticed that inside the shack, there was a string hanging down with a large quantity of skulls of females (Don't ask me how I knew) hanging in clear sight

Sadly I woke up then in a cold sweat, I wish I could go back and take a bazooka to that fucking shack

Does being bipolar mean, in the case of Sheen, that he is a 'Ladykiller' in more than one sense? Or am I just having a bad dream?

Let's see what this night will bring :stir:
 
Will E., before I start my post:

I feel a deep compassion for you, as crazy as you are :)

Okay.

I had a dream this night, in which I met Charlie Sheen. H was looking really sad, and as we travelled on, I was wondering why.

Then we came to a little shack, and as the door opened, there was Charlie Sheen looking out... looking REALLY evil.

Okay, tow Charlies - now things get complicated.

Then I noticed that inside the shack, there was a string hanging down with a large quantity of skulls of females (Don't ask me how I knew) hanging in clear sight

Sadly I woke up then in a cold sweat, I wish I could go back and take a bazooka to that fucking shack

Does being bipolar mean, in the case of Sheen, that he is a 'Ladykiller' in more than one sense? Or am I just having a bad dream?

Let's see what this night will bring :stir:

pfft. Who hasn't had THAT dream?

Man up. Go kill a new FreeOnes member. You'll feel better.
 
I should punch you in the throat for implying that I'm not nice to everyone.

Simply implyin'

I don't think I would like to be punched in the throat. When I played baseball I had a grounder take a bad hop and slammed me right in my Adam's Apple. I couldn't talk for about 20 minutes and I was spitting up chunks of what I think was my Adam's Apple.

I implied nothing. Now kindly go and fellate a Gila Monster.
 
I don't think I would like to be punched in the throat. When I played baseball I had a grounder take a bad hop and slammed me right in my Adam's Apple. I couldn't talk for about 20 minutes and I was spitting up chunks of what I think was my Adam's Apple.

I implied nothing. Now kindly go and fellate a Gila Monster.

I appreciate your opinion. At your convenience, please make many lacerations on your scrotum, and dip it in vinegar. Finish with seppuku, if you please.
 

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pfft. Who hasn't had THAT dream?

Man up. Go kill a new FreeOnes member. You'll feel better.

Is that what happened to that hot piece of ass, krystaljenna? She promised us hot PM sex, and pictures of her pierced clit!
You bastard! You greedy, fucking bastard! How could you take away such a precious life, just so you could get your jollies off by strangling someone? By putting your arm around her, as if to hug, as if to give her confidence, then slowly put your hand behind your neck, almost as if to give her unsuspecting comfort, then to gently put your other hand on the front of her throat, and just as she begins to suspect, squeeze ever so gently - but strong enough so that she cannot escape, then continue to squeeze, and look into her eyes as she realizes there is but no escape but into the sweet depths of death, wondering if in her last thoughts she is forever cursing her or thanking you, and watching the last gasps of life pass her lips, oh, sweet murder, OH SWEET MURDER HOW I HAVE MISSED THEE!


Ah, shit! Who took my yogurt!

I don't think I would like to be punched in the throat. When I played baseball I had a grounder take a bad hop and slammed me right in my Adam's Apple. I couldn't talk for about 20 minutes and I was spitting up chunks of what I think was my Adam's Apple.

I implied nothing. Now kindly go and fellate a Gila Monster.


The 1960 World Series, the Pittsburgh Pirates vs. the New York Yankees. Bill Virdon hits what appears to be a simple ground ball to Yankee shortstop Tony Kubek. The ball hits a pebble and hits Tony squarely in the throat. I was unable to find any footage of this, but one of the most painful images in baseball.
 
Is that what happened to that hot piece of ass, krystaljenna? She promised us hot PM sex, and pictures of her pierced clit!
You bastard! You greedy, fucking bastard! How could you take away such a precious life, just so you could get your jollies off by strangling someone? By putting your arm around her, as if to hug, as if to give her confidence, then slowly put your hand behind your neck, almost as if to give her unsuspecting comfort, then to gently put your other hand on the front of her throat, and just as she begins to suspect, squeeze ever so gently - but strong enough so that she cannot escape, then continue to squeeze, and look into her eyes as she realizes there is but no escape but into the sweet depths of death, wondering if in her last thoughts she is forever cursing her or thanking you, and watching the last gasps of life pass her lips, oh, sweet murder, OH SWEET MURDER HOW I HAVE MISSED THEE!


Ah, shit! Who took my yogurt!




The 1960 World Series, the Pittsburgh Pirates vs. the New York Yankees. Bill Virdon hits what appears to be a simple ground ball to Yankee shortstop Tony Kubek. The ball hits a pebble and hits Tony squarely in the throat. I was unable to find any footage of this, but one of the most painful images in baseball.

Damn. I did not know this. I never looked at balls the same after that.
 
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