On the other hand
This is a therapeutic blog meant to hopefully process feelings and thoughts resulting in less anger, rage, and confusion in our daily life. We are going to try to co-write as long as more than three are willing when we are writing.. otherwise I, Keeran, will try to persuade the specific author to leave their name.. or noted signature.
This WILL be hard, both to write... and read. You, the reader, may not understand a single word. Thats alright, we almost prefer no one is listening.
Some questions I am going to try to get to the bottom of:
How does it feel to have Dissociative Identity/Multiple Personality Disorder?
Who is this I we are supposed to be?
Am I one of us, or is it all a dream?
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?????
What is DID/MPD to "me"?
When April was 3 her cousin began molesting her, that begot Eira (3-7, mostly 3).
At 10 she was raped by the uncle of a previously close friend, that bred the twins Angel and Catrina- one 25 and the other 16.
Catrina has aged with the body and is now 25 and living a wildly fantastic life... coming and going as she pleases. Angel is stuck at 16 and her wild side is all rebellious. Protective. She is our warrior Queen. She shuttles the children into their rooms, and tucks them in when monsters rage from behind closed doors, or shred those supposed steel doors and come barging into the light. She is sexual, but not experienced.. she often starts a party and leaves within minutes of it's beginning. Her absence is either filled by April - (core? The only one the world thinks it knows.) Most people find her baffling and random. Jumping from point to point, not loving her favorite foods and changing her mind moments after swearing on her decision. Sometimes the one that fills it is the No Good... she is nameless, raw and full of emotion.. sex is one of her only outlets.. more beast that person. She also awakes when the body is presented with danger... or Unending rage. She scares every one of us. She isnt counted in the 8. There is Ranger, he thinks he is suave, he thinks he is keen... he protects us too, usually by driving or talking, or making sure no one notices our little differences. He is always there, always talking or humming to himself... he doesn't divulge his age. The litlins think he is only old and not way old so the rest of us assume he is in his early to mid 30s, like the core.. yes we have noticed that Keeran is the oldest.. mr. Wise with no advice. He doesnt talk and only cleans up after us.. or at least that is his major complaint, he is the cleaner.. all responsibility zero fun.
That's only Se7en, yes we know. The other... we dont talk about him. I am sure he will sometime, seriously... he never shuts up, never leaves us alone. We hate him, and he agrees.
Over the years the others have came along - like junk mail... brought in and set on the counter... left to live a life all their own. They arent counted in the 8.{ One must declare themselves before the council to be allowed residents. All the litlins (the undeclared, the partially formed.. the dark hidden bits who refuse to reveal..) the live in the cracks, in the basement... on top of closet shelves, anyplace not occupied or often looked at.}
Only it's not their life, this life is Mine... now to figure out which one of these people living in this head is the real me.
This WILL be hard, both to write... and read. You, the reader, may not understand a single word. Thats alright, we almost prefer no one is listening.
Some questions I am going to try to get to the bottom of:
How does it feel to have Dissociative Identity/Multiple Personality Disorder?
Who is this I we are supposed to be?
Am I one of us, or is it all a dream?
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?????
What is DID/MPD to "me"?
When April was 3 her cousin began molesting her, that begot Eira (3-7, mostly 3).
At 10 she was raped by the uncle of a previously close friend, that bred the twins Angel and Catrina- one 25 and the other 16.
Catrina has aged with the body and is now 25 and living a wildly fantastic life... coming and going as she pleases. Angel is stuck at 16 and her wild side is all rebellious. Protective. She is our warrior Queen. She shuttles the children into their rooms, and tucks them in when monsters rage from behind closed doors, or shred those supposed steel doors and come barging into the light. She is sexual, but not experienced.. she often starts a party and leaves within minutes of it's beginning. Her absence is either filled by April - (core? The only one the world thinks it knows.) Most people find her baffling and random. Jumping from point to point, not loving her favorite foods and changing her mind moments after swearing on her decision. Sometimes the one that fills it is the No Good... she is nameless, raw and full of emotion.. sex is one of her only outlets.. more beast that person. She also awakes when the body is presented with danger... or Unending rage. She scares every one of us. She isnt counted in the 8. There is Ranger, he thinks he is suave, he thinks he is keen... he protects us too, usually by driving or talking, or making sure no one notices our little differences. He is always there, always talking or humming to himself... he doesn't divulge his age. The litlins think he is only old and not way old so the rest of us assume he is in his early to mid 30s, like the core.. yes we have noticed that Keeran is the oldest.. mr. Wise with no advice. He doesnt talk and only cleans up after us.. or at least that is his major complaint, he is the cleaner.. all responsibility zero fun.
That's only Se7en, yes we know. The other... we dont talk about him. I am sure he will sometime, seriously... he never shuts up, never leaves us alone. We hate him, and he agrees.
Over the years the others have came along - like junk mail... brought in and set on the counter... left to live a life all their own. They arent counted in the 8.{ One must declare themselves before the council to be allowed residents. All the litlins (the undeclared, the partially formed.. the dark hidden bits who refuse to reveal..) the live in the cracks, in the basement... on top of closet shelves, anyplace not occupied or often looked at.}
Only it's not their life, this life is Mine... now to figure out which one of these people living in this head is the real me.