Day 22: BPD Challenge (Childhood)

I am doing this 31 days of BPD challenge because of the stigma associated with Borderline Personality Disorder.  It is probably one of the last talked about (honestly) and explained from personal experience than any other mental illness.  All these prompts have to do with characteristics of BPD, whether to do with specific symptoms and criteria of the illness or vague questions about items that are related to the illness, ex questions about specific relationships.

  • Day 22: What’s a random story from your childhood?

Growing up, I had a group of friends in the neighborhood that would run around knocking on each others doors asking, “Can you come out and play?” A bunch of the popular girls, we all lived just houses apart. “Playing” consisted of building forts, treehouses, sleepovers, bake sales, playing basketball, pulling pranks on the neighbors, playing video games and bike rides. I was a bit of a tomboy compared to these girly girls. We always had a good time together outside of school.

When I was at school, these same girls would completely ignore me because I was the nerd, the dork, the tomboy. I didn’t shop at the mall, I didn’t have any sense of style or fashion. They made fun of me endlessly, and then would knock on my door immediately after school asking if I could come out and play. This continued for most my childhood.

Although most of my memories weren’t all that great, there are still some things that I miss as a kid. I miss the endless nights of video games, holding the controller for hours on end determined to beat that last level of pac-man, and I miss roaming around the neighborhood frolicking until after dark dreading that whistle from your parents as your queue to come inside, I miss actually getting up super early before school to challenge my brother in Gran Turismo, Driver, and my favorite, Vigilante 8. I simply miss the good times of my childhood.

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