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 Hey! Back again. Almost forgot, but you've gotta give me a break on this one. I just got six teeth pulled, three wisdom, three molars, and two implants started. I say started, because an implant consists of two parts, the base that is basically a screw that goes in your bone and the top part. I got the  bases screwed in on Wednesday last week. Anyway, things are happening. I've got this brother, he's like 15 or something now, and he's got bipolar, among other things. Every year around this time, he takes off and there's a bit of a buzz around him leaving until he's found. At this point, he's done it so often that it's basically old news in my family, and there's such a network of people who know to keep an eye out for him my parents usually know where he is and what he's doing within a few hours of him leaving. I know, awful that this doesn't incite more panic in the family, but you need to understand some things about this brother. He runs ...

 So, my appointment on Thursday with a new therapist went as well as expected. She agreed with the first psychiatrist that I likely have BPD. How fun. Anyway, this new(ish) diagnosis came with a resolve to tell my mother. My mother tends to minimize the trauma that was caused in my childhood, likely because none of us like to be reminded of our mistakes. But here was solid proof that a good chunk of my childhood wasn't good. I knew that this was true before, but there's something about getting confirmation of a suspicion. I told her on Saturday. Her immediate reaction? 'Oh, that's genetic. Dad has it too.' Of course, it can't have anything to do with her. Some quick research later, and it turns out that there is a genetic component, but genetics aren't the only factor. From my understanding, and I may be wrong, a large portion of it is triggered by environmental factors, namely trauma. So I shared this tidbit of information with my mom, and she told me '...