did other people with a bpd parent experience this too?
the constant guilt trips about how you should be grateful because your physical needs were met, as if that made up for having to walk on eggshells every single day.
or the way love felt more like a reward for good behavior than something else.
i needed more than food and new clothes.
i needed a parent who didn’t punish me with weeks of silence because i upset them.
a parent who didn’t turn every disagreement into proof that i was selfish or ungrateful.
i needed someone who didn’t make my feelings feel like a personal attack.
someone who didn’t use love as a tool to control me.
but that’s probably the thing about having a bpd parent.
they’ll never admit—or maybe even understand—that we needed stability, safety, and unconditional love just as much as food on the table.
