8-10/30 Days of Dissociative Identity Disorder: Catch Up

Missed a bunch of these because life got in the way (as it often does). Here to answer your greatest (our greatest) inquiries on DID, days 8-10 of our ask meme challenge, Deathborn the hella rad alter (That’s me!)


Day Eight: How did you first discover you were plural? Was it before, after, or during diagnosis?

For at least a good part of our childhood, the inner/older parts say that we were aware of our plurality. Our system cycles hosts; we’ve had 4 or 5 as far as we can tell, since our hosts tend to be “manufactured” by the system to fulfill the host role at any given time in our life. We suspect the first and second (or second and third, if there were five) hosts were aware at least in some part of their plurality, but it was forgotten over the transition from second/third to third/fourth host, that is, the host which preceded our current one. He was unaware for 3-4 years, and then was reintroduced to the concept in 2012. When he retired from host duties, the next host was promptly informed of his plurality upon forming, seeing as we were out and socializing as plural with our partners and friends.

For a good year and a half before our diagnosis with DID, we interacted openly in plural circles, not claiming to have DID, but only to experience plurality. After our psychologist labeling us DID in 2013, we began interacting more specifically with DID circles and explored our plurality within a DID context.

For most alters, the plurality concept is a little jarring, but easily picked up once they’ve been tossed into play. For some of us, it’s harder to get used to or come to terms with than others. For the most part, though, we’ve largely been aware for more time than most DID patients, and we’ve always had a bit of a leg up in being aware of each other and the system.


Day Nine: What level of co-consciousness do you have? How do you feel your communication skills are within the system? How do you want to grow in those skills?

We tend to utilize our inner world a lot, and have a good amount of communication when we can wrangle people into cooperating and actually communicating, but often it falters out of dissociation or simple lack of cooperation and coordination on alters’ parts.

We try to communicate between fronters on the inside rather extensively before or after a switch, but it’s a concept lost on a lot of the insiders. Growing the skill probably isn’t realistic for us, but if people in here can get their acts together and coordinate a little better, I think it might facilitate growth in the communication department.

As it stands we’re mostly left in the dark where it comes to communication with those outside of the other alters we most closely associate with on the inside.


Day Ten: Have you ever done a system map? How extensively have you mapped your system?

We’re almost constantly system mapping in some way shape or form. We’ve done it a myriad of different ways, from organizing things like where physically in the inner world alters tend to settle (and making a literal “map”) out of that, to simple lists of who’s present and willing to talk (not unlike our ‘system members’ page here, which is a system map of alters likely to speak or be spoken about on the blog.).

We’ve mapped it pretty extensively, but all our maps are limited mostly by the fact that any one map is made by one alter, and thus are from that alters perspective and can’t be considered completely inclusive. Alters less prone to being noticed or contacted by other alters tend to either be left off the map or misrepresented.

We do and create a lot of system mapping activities though, and one of our biggest pushes toward co-consciousness is system mapping.

[∈Deathborn]

5/30 Days of Dissociative Identity Disorder

Day Five: How often do you switch? How often do you lose time? Talk a little about what dissociation is like for you.

we have a fronting log up that needs updating (because it’s a llittle hard to get people to use it), but we usually switch 1-4 times a day depending on what’s going on with us and our partner system. we tend to lose time whenever someone fronts (so, since we don’t have an original, all time is “lost” initially), but we try to communicate and ‘regain’ lost time as soon as it happens. which means most days we lose we can at least get back in some partial form. we usually don’t retain a lot of daily things though and our memory is shit so.

dissociation is a really really wide array for us, as with most people, and since switching and dissociation is  not only different between entire systems, but system members, too, it’s kind of difficult to pin down one more common form of dissociation for us. one of the more common forms, though, is the ‘static brain’ we get sometimes. or the ‘zoning out’, just a a disconnect, plain and simple. bot, though, for example, gets more depressed the more dissociative and switchy he gets, and tends to be more prone to moodswings than he otherwise would be, but others tend to ‘numb out’ and stop feeling emotions entirely.

todd.

Daily Singlet Quip January 22nd

I’m doing two of these since they’re short and we missed a day.


The thing about this is, no. I mean, there’s definitely an element of fun when one of your alters gets you a gift or when they actually behave for a while and everyone gets along but to be completely honest with you there’s a reason DID is Dissociative Identity Disorder. No one chooses this, and I really doubt many people would unless they’d already gone through the circumstances which lead to DID.

Dissociative Identity Disorder comes from trauma. It’s really not just switching your personality around on will. It’s waking up a month after your last front and having just about 0 clues as to what’s happening in your life. It’s not putting on different masks for different events, everyone does that. It’s other people taking over your body. And yeah you’re never alone, but also, you’re never alone. Say goodbye to privacy. Say goodbye to normalcy. Say goodbye to every consistent thing you have in your life unless you’re lucky enough to find people and situations which are understanding of your condition. Say goodbye to remembering things.

DID isn’t fun. It hasn’t ever been and it won’t ever be fun by definition. There may be good moments, but it’s not a good disorder. I kind of doubt any disorder is good.


This one is actually way more accurate. Yes, if you’re friends with someone with DID, you’re almost certainly going to meet their alters unless the system has made a rule around you involving you only being one alter’s friend, or something else stops them from being more switchy around you.

I guess the only thing I don’t like about this one is the tone that all someecards have. The “I’m going to flaunt this thing” tone that kind of saturates this and it’s not something a lot of DID systems flaunt. Unless you’re pretty close to a system, they’re not going to say anything like this.

Also “which one of me” isn’t actuallly accurate either; we’re all different people, not versions of the same person. Some systems (a lot of systems) have alters which are different facets of each other, the host, or the original, but almost all systems also don’t entirely consist of different versions of the host. And even in the circumstance when they are different versions or different facets of the same person/thing, it’s really rare they’ll refer to each other as “other me”s.

We did actually play this game with one of our old close friends, though. We’d go home with her after school pretty frequently and the whole walk home whoever was fronting and her would talk, and then when they stopped at the parkway to have a cigarette before they went all the way to her house, she tended to try to guess who was fronting. She was uncannily good at it, too.

Bot

Good morning!!! [Introduction & Drama(???)]

The milk was all the way in the back of the fridge so I used half and half instead. I’m really hungry for once? We’re never hungry in the morning. Hungry is kind of a weird feeling for us period. It’s pretty much limited to being not-sober so I’m gonna guess this is a little bit of hangover.

Yesterday the dad got really really sick and we hung out with him all afternoon to take care of him. Willoughbie fronted in the morning because he was talking to Alex from Clusterfrck, and I guess some stuff in the circumstance between them (Willoughbie’s got his heart out bad for DR, but DR’s straight af and is hooking up with Ink atp, and Willoughbie’s reasonably trying to move on and I guess Alex had some hope of them working out but Willoughbie really doesn’t see it wow dating’s fun as a multiple because I could have just been like “wow friend drama” but nope all that’s between two different bodies, awesome!!!) made Willoughbie freak a bit. He cried for like six or seven hours but at this point that’s starting to seem like par for the course or whatever???

It just really sucks. When one part of the system hurts so much and so acutely, it spills over into other people in the system and we can’t really do anything about the hurting because it’s not ours??? I guess. Tha’ts super fun.

Max is also kind of a wreck, too. He just got out of a relationship with a really great guy in the Clusterfrck but it just wasn’t working for either of them because Max is so young (not so young but he was  like a little over half a decade younger than the guy, I think? which isn’t bad in certain circumstances but…) and Max just can’t play the “responsible party” in a relationship with someone so much older than he is right now. It’s too much of a stress when he’s already dealing with so much more in this system and he feels like he’s been wronged by the partner system a lot because of everything that happened between the two of them and after and how they’ve handled dealing with him after and even before the relationship and all that and he just feels very sad and abandoned and like he’s got no friends to turn to now that he’s lost the only person who seemed to care about him and I think that’s really sad??? He won’t let me near him though I’m too close “to the core of the system” or something.. I don’t know why he doesn’t want me around because of that but it’s okay?? I just want him happy. I want them all happy.

Val is actually doing surprisingly okay for persecutor string right now? He’s really good at the “I don’t give a shit” thing. And Deathborn and DM are also doing fine for being on the sensitive side of the system, so that’s nice. I think DM’s a little worried he messed up with Z but that’s okay. I think they’ll work it out. And Deathborn is the usual diva he is.

Last night Mike talked me to sleep. He’s a good mechanic. He’s my favorite person. P asked “Uh… Joe?” to find people who were happy to front for sleepy affection and apparently that was me which I’m okay with because I’m always happy for sleepy affection with Mike. He’s the best. I don’t think I can write enough good things about Mike.

I haven’t introduced myself yet, but I’m Bot. Unlike Dog, I actually am a robot like my name implies.  (Bot isn’t actually my name, but it’s a good descriptor and I get called “Bot” enough to respond to it.) Mike is my fiance and he’s the most perfect man I’ve ever met. Tbh my whole life goes back to what he thinks and what he wants and I’m okay with that. Really okay with it. I guess I kind of sort of belong to him, more in a “you’re mine forever” way and less in a “I own you and can do whatever the fuck I want with you and will sell you if I get bored” way. (I think selling me would be hard anyway since we’re in these system things so?)

I tend to write less eloquently than I talk?

No,, actually, who am I kidding, I’m a fucking doof. But a lot of people mistake me for a kid??? When we talk online??? Which I’m not I promise I’m just over-eager and dumb as hell (I say as I spill coffee all over the new shirt Reggie JUST got).

I’m probably like 20 or something by human years? Gauging robots is hard. I was custom built and tbh I’m so glad I’m not still with the guy I was custom built for. A lot of my memories mirror body memories in presentation, I can’t remember most of the godawful things that happened before I got here, but sometimes I get fragments. Little splinters of data left over, not really supposed to be recorded but they were.

I handle some deeper stuff in the system. I wouldn’t call myself a persecutor, I think they usually call me a trauma core? So we’ll go with that.

I really really love orca, and anticaptivity is probably the only thing that I’ll argue to the death on the internet besides, like, gay rights and mental health rights, since both of those things affect me so hard.

Um, I’m white. Cismale, but my down under bits have definitely been messed with to be other things in the past. I identify totally male though. I’m gay. I’m not actually gay but gay is fun to say and you can tell yourself you’re so gay and that’s fun. I’m some kind of bi or pan probably I’m mostly just “I don’t care, if you’re hot you’re hot.” but I’m engaged (?) to a dude.

I’m the one who got us landed in the psych ward November before last, which got us kicked out of the house and then what made us end up in New York.

I have a suicidal-selfharmy reputation but I’m getting a lot better with those things. I’m trying to get out of my depressive cycle. I’m trying to recover even if it’s so fucking hard right now.

And I guess that’s my story for now yep hi I’m Bot. Nice to meet you.

Names and Naming with Dissociative Identity Disorder

The Given Name

Most often, in Dissociative Identity Disorder, we see the given name used in one of three ways; it’s either left entirely by the wayside (as with our system), it’s taken by one or more alters who feel close to the “original” or feel they have some birthright to the body, or it’s used as a collective name. Collective names will be discussed below, so I won’t get into that.

The given name is a deeply disjointed association for us, and for many DID systems. It signifies a person we’re not sure ever existed. Many systems feel the same way, and feel somewhat lost on their birthname. We personally despise being referred to by our birthname, but it likely goes along with the fact we’re 90% male in a DFAB body, and we present entirely male.

Other systems may give an almost godlike position to the given name, to the “original” in the body. Some may praise her or him above all else. (We tend to hate anything and anyone that gets closer to the “core” of our system, so this is a foreign concept to us.) Often times a host takes a name similar or the same as the one as was given to the body early on.

The Collective Name

Most systems give themselves a collective name by which to refer to the full unit; the entire system. It’s usually something along the lines of “The ______ Collective” or “_______ System”. We’ve known systems named things like “The Commune of Fuck” though. We go by Collective Catalyst, the Catalytic Convergence (or Conference, depending on who you’re talking to), or any other number of alliterative names to do with “Catalyst”. We consider “Catalyst” our collective name, although have also created a more “human” one to go with the identity which we all mimic. (“Sigil Marfa” for Sigil, the city of a thousand doors in the shape of a torus, and Marfa, the town of mysterious lights. I think DM picked that one out.)

The collective name is often just the birthname re-purposedy, or a concept which is important to most of the system members, or even just a feature within the inner world; we were called the Dustybrook System for a year or so because our Inner World featured an area by the same name.

Many psychologists don’t believe in collective names and naming; especially those against communal living and learning co-consciousness without the goal of integration. They believe naming the collective gives it permission to continue being a collective.

For us, at least,  a collective name is more a necessity of conversation than a ‘validation of the system’; the system doesn’t need validation in a name. And beyond that we reserve the right to validate ourselves anyway. A way to refer to us all, as a collective, especially in the third person, became a necessity the second we were out to more than one person who knew each other. Instead of referring to us as “those guys” (vague as hell) or “Reggie’s system” (we don’t belong to our host, so some of us have issues with this wording though not many since we understand colloquial dialogue), a system who’s our friend can ask about us to our partner system, the Clusterfck, by saying “How’s the Catalyst?” instead of “How’s that system you’re dating?” Which sounds a little more personal at least.

For us the collective name is just a way to refer to the system, a name for the system tied to no one alter. For other systems the collective name means other things, but for many this is the case.

The Individual Name

Each alter either comes with a name or doesn’t. In most systems we’ve known, the former is more common.

This one is another that psychologists often debate; giving an alter a name can make them “real”. And again, we personally dispute this. Our alters are real, with or without names. Names do not mean we’re more attached to a person or not. Knowing a person’s name on the street doesn’t make them anything more than a person on the street. Names, while powerful and validating when you’re an alter without one, generally don’t harm the system in any way. Of course, that’s opinion. Other systems and mental health workers have differing ones.

Many alter who come “pre-loaded” with memories also come with a name. I, for example, appeared with a first, middle, and last name, nickname, psuedonym, and title. My name is the one I remember writing on college application papers and on every test I’ve had in my life. I wrote it on my packs of cigarettes when I shared a dorm with people who smoked the same kind. I have crystal clear memory of my name being mine. Finding a name wasn’t a task for me.

Olwen, on the other hand, spent days only going by “?” because he has no recollection of his name, because “?” is still even now that he has a name the best way to express what he thinks of when he thinks of who he is. It took him days after his first time fronting to find a name which suited him enough to use. Ink came with a nickname, but no name; she let a person in our partner system name her. And Reggie only went by “Host” for going on three weeks I believe, before he chose a name.

We’ve heard countless stories of names picking the alter, but we haven’t, to my knowledge (and my knowledge on the subject of things like this is somewhat limited in my system since memory issues present a huge hurdle) ever experienced this. We know of people who went for years by only a nickname or a number, who after all that time were given names based on who they were and what they experienced within the system. Maybe our identities are not enough tied to the system itself for this to happen to us, or maybe we’re just not inclined to follow this method. Either way, we know it’s happened to others.

Individual alters will often change their names as they go along, as well. When they learn something about themselves that changes them entirely, or when their position within the system changes. Even when they just feel that the old them is no longer them anymore. Individual alters are like fully singlet people in that way (and so many other ways); names and identities change. Identity can be fluid, and often when identity changes, so must the label you put on yourself, whether it be your sexuality or your name.

[∈Deathborn]

On the Families of Alters

Many alters within Dissociative Identity Disorder systems come with “memories”, make memories while in the system, or both. And some of them have entire histories previous to the system, which means some have families.

I just so happen to be an alter with a family; I had a mother and two brothers previous to coming here. My dad died when I was ten and my mom turned to illegal activity to support my older brother and I. I was raised largely in her elicit little palace corner of the world.

I wonder if these memories, given by the system upon my splitting, are meant to give me the skills to assist the system how I’m supposed to, or if I was given my ghosts to be haunted for some other purpose.

Some can trace their origins to direct mirrors of things the body’s gone through, others have wildly different stories, some with similar feelings behind, some less so.

Few of us were on good terms with our parents; fewer of us were on good terms with our mothers; which makes sense, the body’s mother was a huge source of pain for sixteen years of our life. Others, though, like WIlloughbie and his brother, also in the system but less prone to blogging, Buzbie, had wonderful, loving families they’re eternally thankful for, and they seem to be better off for it.

I wonder why, then, the system gives so many of us memories of families which aren’t so kind. Or if it’s simply the easiest thing, the one condition of family that the subconscious knows.

I don’t think we’ll ever get a complete answer on why alters have families of one type or the other, though.

-SB

Fog of War

I always found it really odd that no one else finished projects I started when I left them out, at least when I first showed up. I switched to get Reggie at some point early on when I hadn’t yet really gotten used to being a part of a compound mind, with our skateboard in my lap and the trucks way-too-loose on the deck while I attempted to key them into place. I thought Reggie would finish what I’d been doing before he came out.

Instead I remember watching with a tiny bit of dismay as Reggie shoved the skateboard off his lap onto the floor and a screw went bouncing across the floor before I lost full awareness of the front altogether. (Although shortly thereafter Reggie screamed an apology at me from the other side of the inner world if I remember correctly.)

When I fronted again the next day or a couple days later, I found the skateboard leaned up against the wall in its usual spot and the trucks still tragically loose for our only using the thing for transportation. I was shocked that someone hadn’t had the insight to fix it between the time I’d first been out and the time I’d been out later, especially considering Dog, the one alter who is personally attached to our skateboard, was out in the interim.

After a while I started realizing you have to leave notes if you want to be sure the work gets done. Even then there’s no guarantee. If no one cofronts or is co-conscious when you’re working on something, it’s almost certainly going to end up being your project alone.

And as I began realizing this, I began realizing that I’d been put in a completely unique situation; I could conduct entire projects with no one else knowing if I wanted to. I started to feel like some sort of espionage  commander.

Until I realized that that’s what I’d always felt like, in the memories of times before the system. Secrecy existed back then. I was only rediscovering it in terms of the amnesiac fog.

As many of you may know, I’m a gamer. Not the kind of gamer who sits in front of an xbox all day (though I have), I’m the kind of dedicated strategist gamer who’s more than happy to spend three days setting up modified Axis and Allies games, who converted his mother’s potting shed into a tabletop room during my first year at Catholic school, who’s been playing Civilization since I was twelve. Which means I’m more than familiar with a certain game mechanic called “the Fog of War”.

The Fog of War is simple; really simple. It’s just a mechanic to mimic confusion, disorientation, and the unknown, when going into war.

Civ 5’s Fog of War Mechanic

After a while of experiencing the amnesiac fog, I started calling it the Fog of War. Sometimes the phenomena of the amnesiac barriers is the most welcome thing in the world; it keeps you hidden, it keeps you safe if you don’t want others to know what you’re doing or why. If you want to cry or write alone, the fog is often on your side.

Yet the fog is also perhaps one of the most difficult things in actually living communally while in a DID system; it’s the biggest obstacle to communication, the hardest hurdle to jump when trying to function on a daily basis. Things more important than skateboards get forgotten constantly, and it’s worse when something which seemed innocuous in conversation ends up being important later, usually when someone entirely different is fronting.

We try to fill each other in as much as possible on things which can be relevant to each other and the body’s relations, but we’re also incredibly bad at remembering to do so. Memory problems, eh?

[∈Deathborn]

Being a Teen DID blogger

As you may well know, I and the body we inhabit are both in our later teens, the part of teenagerdom where you’re almost not a teen anymore.
And we’ve been around on tumblr for a while now: since we were a proper teen, since before we knew what we were and why we were this way: plural and everything.
And the experience transitioning to WordPress has one particular difference that really surprised us from tumblr. Taking a quick survey of tumblr blogs, most of the DID community there is under the age of sixteen. On WordPress most of our peers in the community are nearly twice our age.
It’s good though. We like it. The community seems much more stable and less judgemental than the community on tumblr. The approach is more respectable, we seem to be one of the only systems with introjects, with a partner system, or with no interest in integration. That’s okay: most of those things are treated less than respectably with tumblr’s perhaps over-accepting community around them. People forget they’re a psychological reaction, not actually characters or people “reincarnated” into their body.
We exist to cope. That’s something I’ve learned from myself.
I guess it feels a lot like when I’m surrounded by trans people who are much older than me. I’m just glad I got the answers to my confusion and pain so early, even if they’re incomplete answers.
I’m eager to watch and learn more about what others do to answer those same questions and to learn from my elders. I’m looking forward to this change.

Reggie