The dating world is full of predators who will take you for quite a ride if you’re not wise to them.Many men feel like they were sold a bill of goods or “suckered” by their respective spouses, partners or exes and, to a certain extent, they’re right.
Here are some things to consider so you can sort the good eggs from the bad eggs: 1. No matter how logical and intelligent we are, many of us still want to believe in Disney-fied fairy tale relationships.This is why so many people fall for the carefully crafted facade of predatory personalities.People with borderline personality disorder (BPD) are unstable. People with BPD fall on the far side of what we consider "normal" behavior.They lavish affection on loved ones one moment, and then lash out at them the next. At first, this description may sound merely like someone going through a moody stage of life, like a teenager. They are driven by impulsivity, self-loathing, an intense fear of being abandoned, a relentless sense of emptiness, and the feeling they don't know who they are. When I come home, will I be greeted at the door by the caring person I fell in love with?I remember playing video games, I remember playing on the lawn, I remember how he screamed when he broke his arm, I remember how thrilled he was when he got a remote-controlled car for Christmas, and I remember the way he used to twirl his hair around his finger so it was always in knots. And now he is an abusive, destructive force that no one can stand to be around lest they get pulled into convincing delusions and psychoses or have to fear his violent rage.
Being in the same room with him is like being hit repeatedly with a hard, blunt abject. Randi Kreger has brought the concerns of people who have a family member with borderline personality disorder (BPD) and narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) to an international forefront through her best-selling books, informative website, and popular online family support community Welcome to Oz.If you're reading this blog, perhaps someone you know—maybe even you—has been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder.There have been enough illegal drugs to fuel a Columbian cartel and enough alcohol to float an ark. There have been suicide attempts, hospitalizations and crazy, abusive behavior galore. And I don’t have a relationship with any of these mentally ill people. Not one of them gets help, follows a regimen, admits to the mental illness, or tries to get better. And my brother, the one I grew up with, the one who I remember with white-blond hair, the one that would sleep under the covers and wake with rosy cheeks, the one that had Winnie-the-Pooh fuzzy pajamas with booties, is mentally ill. They say they would rather be in jail than be on medication for their mental illness. Sometimes you have to say goodbye to a person with a mental illness. This mental illness reality is unbearably painful as it will shortly result in his having nowhere to live. I’m not mean, uncaring, inflexible, unhelpful or cruel.