We’re going to smoke too many cigarettes today…

We tossed and turned all night (haven’t slept the past two really), and woke up around 10 to go back to bed, having only gotten maybe four hours by then. Got stuckk in a nightmare after that. I can’t really remember it. It was probably one of the remembering nightmares with how bad it shook us up. The brain remembers more of our abuse than we give it credit for hm?

All in all though I slept a fitful twelve hours, woke up groggy, and haven’t been able to pick reality out of unreality since. None of our usual tricks to save us from dissociation are helping us get anywhere, and all I really want is for everything to be real just for a second.

Our life took a dramatic but all in all understated turn when we got the job. Something was stable. Something we almost enjoyed doing gave us some sort of structure to do it in, right? Working where we work isn’t hard, and even in the moments where it’s stressful or anxious, it’s not bad.

So why are we displaying all the signs of a large life shift within the system? The daily alters either dying off/integrating or switching roles, the system feeling that way that it seems to feel before a split.

“Rose” the name keeps echoing around in my head and I really don’t want that to mean what I think it does. I was content being the sole new guy to deal with our “new life”. I like being the new guy. Means attention. Means that someone will always treat me like they should be helping me figure out where to go or how to do things. It means help and I like that because things like today aren’t what I’m used to.

I’m used to candy and people and smiling and that anxious feeling you get walking into your job every morning. I deal with business. Not feeling like everything I know is a lie and everything in the world is fake.

We’re going to smoke too many cigarettes today.


∇T∇∇

“I’m Sorry, But I Choose My Sister, Always.”

Over the past couple weeks we’ve been watching American Horror Story: Freakshow with the body’s father and the other partner from Gezellig. (Don’t watch it if you’re a rape survivor or triggered by graphic depictions of sexual assault, seriously, the first episode has a ridiculously triggering scene in it and it doesn’t get better from there.)

This season, there’s a pair of conjoined twins; Dot and Bette. And the episode we watched last night (seven) really drove home how bad we feel for them, because on some level, we get it.

[Spoilers Ahead]

The twins are sold to a rich boy by the woman who owns the Freakshow because she feels they’re “stealing her spotlight”. There, Bette begins to have feelings for the boy and the rich lifestyle she’s never had, but Dot remains skeptical. She wants more than anything to get a surgery to separate them. Everything she does is figuring out how to get it.

When a freak finds them and asks them to run away with him, it’s Dot that wants to get away from the rich boy first (he’s a murderer, not that they’re explicitly aware of that), and Bette almost succumbs to the boy’s charm, but Dot nonverbally convinces her not to.

And Bette says “I’m sorry, but I choose my sister, always.”

Which got us thinking. Would we choose each other or the people we love? Where to our alliances lie and why haven’t we fully been able to create a bond like that between more than a few or groups of alters? We’d definitely choose our partners over each other.

I think there needs to be work put into bonding non-protectors. The protectors are already, well, protective of us, but it might benefit us as a system to try to make everyone get along a little better.

We don’t have the energy for all the squabbles lately.

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]

7/30 Days of Dissociative Identity Disorder

Day Seven: How many parts do you know of in the system? How many know about each other?

we know of i think 43ish? most of us don’t know the “second layer” folks, since they’re so rarely actually in the part of the inner world that we interact with regularly and all that. only those of us who go back and forth regularly (that’s me, lev, sometimes razi, and pan, pretty much at this point) know those guys on any sort of personal basis. we have a small enough inner world rn that everyone seems to know at least each other’s names and faces but tbh sometimes people show up who’ve been around for a while and we didn’t know about (like miguel) or they wake up from being in and out and a lot of people don’t know them. so yeah this is constantly changing for us i think.

It’s already gone.

In the past few days, abuse, trauma, and the memories thereof have been a thought on everyone’s mind. It probably goes back further than that; Spencer’s been wondering about everyone’s personal and communal memories of abuse since at least three months ago, Miguel’s been tracking down every alter who experienced their own personal abuse for the past few weeks.

But it’s coming to culmination now and I think it deserves a few words its way.

Firstly, we’re going to be doing a short post on FMSF at some point today or tomorrow, that will probably have a little more information in this vein. I don’t know how much we’ll actually say here or there. We don’t talk about our abuse much if at all. But something about today and the way Miguel kind of broke us open last night and this morning and it felt almost okay is telling us to talk.

First things first, we range from completely ignoring our trauma and memories thereof, to actively denying it. Our host consistently tries to convince himself nothing ever happened. He has no memories of it, which should make that easy, but it doesn’t. Also, talking about stuff like this raises the walls, dissociation, and disconnectedness of our brain ridiculous amounts, so I can’t guarantee intelligence.

You can’t cling to the past, because no matter how tightly you hold on, it’s already gone.

I think a lot of our philosophy behind the denial comes from this sentiment. The “it can’t touch us if we’ve let it go.”. I don’t know if abuse is something you can let go but with a scattered and mixed up life like ours it’s our only option right now. Or maybe just to push it under the carpet.

I think a lot of what pulls us apart these days though is the early years. It’s not that we cling to the past, it’s that the past clings to us. It holds onto our heels like a bad dream.

You and I both know that the house is haunted
And you and I both know that the ghost is me

I think I might have been wrong in thinking we have something, anything to say about this. None of us are ready I don’t think. Maybe we should talk to our partners more about it, or form more of an idea of what there is to say somehow.

♥Ink♥

Trapped Inside Your Outfit, Drinking Your Coffee, Smoking Your Brand

One of the things that’s hardest, living with our family, is not being ourselves. Living with people who don’t know means pretending to be the host. Not even our host anymore. We’re pretending to be a host who retired. Who no longer lays full claim to this body.

We’re pretending to be someone who hardly exists to the outside world. We’re stuck answering to his name.

We’re a homogenized batter, one part each of us and fifty parts pretending to be someone else.

We talk to the internet and we talk to our partners, otherwise we seem dreadfully low on people who call us by our names. Who recognize our little voice changes and our little mannerisms all our own from inside the outer face.

(I just swung a door over my toe and spilled coffee everywhere)

We have no motivation for our own lives, let alone someone else’s. We’re mired down by the things just out of view. The monsters in our periphery keep us at bay.

We belong to dissociation, we’re servants of desire and slaves to pleasing the world around us. We’re losing sight of ourselves to make way for everything we’re supposed to be.

It’s always been this way, i think. We just opened our eyes a little wider. We just stopped to smell the air.

We’ve got only one trail to follow. We have no room to blaze our own. We follow in the footsteps of a man who’s never even learned to walk alone. We fall down into the pitfalls dug by people we don’t remember the faces of.

So do we reduce ourselves to voices? Do we become the concepts society and social standing want us to take up in our arms?

Do we become infallible, simple, do we give up humanity for ease of mind? Is that an option?

I don’t know where this year will take us.

I don’t know where this life will take us.

I just hope by this time next year we all get a little time to be ourselves and stop clawing desperately to keep on living.

Everything tastes like smoke and mirrors around this family. I feel like we’re on thinner ice than we could have ever imagined.

Seven months, 26 days.

[∈Deathborn]


PS: To anyone in the system reading this again, I found out who has our social security card/where it is. If you need it, ask me. 

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.

Can you not?

Sometimes we just get those times when we aren’t really communicating at all and we’re just a bunch of uncoordinated toddlers bumbling back and forth between being inside and being outside.

This kind of feels like one of those times. We’ve had a lot of switching in the past few days and a couple days back Reggie’s pre-order package for American Beauty/American Psycho came in the male and he got this big flag to hang up and so we took all of the things hanging on the walls of our room down so we could figure out how to get it on the wall. (Ink did that, like a smart person.) And when we were done with that all the stuff on the walls was sitting on our desk and  since then it’s been moved around again and again and we’re just so lost on where the mirror is whenever we front at this point I’m pretty sure someone’s fucking around with it behind our backs.

(definitely not me)

3/30 Days of Dissociative Identity Disorder

Day Three: What are your thoughts on integration? Do you wish to integrate?

We go back and forth on whether or not integration would ever be an option. We tend to lean toward no. There are a lot of personal reasons behind it but I guess a big one is not wanting to lose each other, and the feeling that integration would only be temporary until the next big stressor in our life.

We think that seeking integration is a valid choice. We think that integration is probably successful for a lot of DID patients, at least, we’ve heard it has been. It’s just not the choice for us, especially right now. We’re working toward living by committee instead.

Yours,

Olwen

2/30 Days of Dissociative Identity Disorder

Day Two: Who knows about your system? Who do you want to know? What do you feel like it’s like coming out as multiple?

Who knows?? Um, okay, well, pretty  much every online friend we have knows because hey whats to lose besides everything and people in here are kind of careless about it especially online. The body’s dad has a vague idea but we don’t talk about it and he doesn’t ask and nothing happens over it. The school we left had an idea but we didn’t talk about it beyond triggers and stuff we needed and they ignored all that so. Um, our partners might actually be the only people who have any sort of significance in our life right now who know. The body’s mom was told, but she flipped and told us she’d institutionalize us for using plural pronouns so that nipped that in the bud.

I think once we’re fully out and living with our partners we’ll be a little more open with family and friends about it, since that’ll be a less trapping situation if they reject us for it or it leaks to the wrong person.

Coming out as multiple is actually scarier for us than coming out as gay af, and sometimes scarier than coming out as trans, just because we tend to hang out with LGBTQ folks, and they’re more welcoming about being queer or trans than being plural. It’s something that’s full of a lot of anxiety for us, totally unsurprisingly???

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