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Children of Borderline Parents

Borderline; what is in a label. How dare they call me that? I am not ! My Parents might have been, but I never! I do not even touch the stuff, if I had to I would use a pair of tongs.

Hey I am one. I am a child of Borderline parents! Granted it was milder than most. The opinionated demanding mother and the passive father who held all in. My mother still dresses him, at least for a little more. He is beginning to wear leathers and chaps on his 66 Honda 305 Scrambler. Oh yeah, and wear yellow clothing she hates. Because it is yellow.

My Grandmother left this world when my mother was sixteen, I guess because she recently changed that year and will argue with you to the death about it. Like most things that sound strange or warrant a stance on change. My father, great guy who does not know it. Could be every ones best friend, if he would only try. His mother ran the roost for a Captain in the State Troopers who suffered through alcoholism and delinquency in the home. So does his wife.

He is in retirement now. It took him three years to stop doing chores around the house in some kind of manic compulsion. I am helping him develop the sense of playing that he never learned as a child that would of developed into a hobby or a profession he would of loved. As his father did, at the age of two he started yelling at me because I was not digging one of the remanant of trees on his father's Tree farm quick enough. For him childhood was all work. He worked for 25 years for the State of New Jersey writing legislature that was turned into laws. Throughout his working life, time off was only down time to sleep through or to maintain the house and yard. He is getting better, but in retirement if he can not entertain himself he just sleeps for long periods. So I encourage him to ride his bike, play board games with him, and discuss what he likes. But I remember, it took me years to learn to love or even know I enjoyed painting. It will take him the same amount of time. Now albeit as an adult.

My mother, she hates change or any movement besides house chores. She is a retired accountant. Anything strange or ordered in the house without her seal and the torrent rises. The princess that never grew up past the death of her mother. Raised by a father who drank some but needed his dead wife to keep him from drinking more. Although a friendly drunk. My mother became his wife along with his daughter in law in comfort of hearth and heart. She remembers getting pulled away from the color guard from school, something she loved, to iron her fathers suits for the rest of the year.

Now growing up with my brother and father, along with living with two girlfriends who all shared ADD and hypoglycemia, I will keep this short. I am a Child of Borderline parents, but through the gifts of genetics to deal with stress and a blessing of my parents mild nature of the disorder, I have harrowed the condition and walked in your shoes to the other side. By accepting where I came from and what I am, there is no fear or desire that hinders me. Let me give you the joy, comfort, reassurance, and justification so you can do them for yourself one day. Let me teach you to validate your feelings, tame your emotions, assess the events leading to stress, and give you a voice to attain your goals and the motivation to do so.

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