hay ya'll, i'm jakie
hay ya'll. i'm jakie. um. some of you know me us as Amy. Amy has this stupid rule that when we're in public we all have to go by the same name. So when we were getting drunk tonight everyone was calling me "amy" and i had to pretend it didn't bother me. We hate not being called by our names. Can't people tell the difference? We're so NOT ALIKE! i'm the fucking wild one...lovin' it all the way. Nice to meet ya'all. I found this site, or i guess you all call it a community in Amy's email box....some of you commented on her saying she was a multiple. i guess that's what she calls all of us. I don't care what you call us as long as you call us by the right name, damn it! our best friend (those of us who have met her) is really careful to make sure she knows who she's talking to so she uses our names...you can bet that confuses a lot of people around us! there's only a few people we can go by our real names with. We sign our names at the end of our emails, a lot of times if there's more than one in our system present we sign "Us" or the main person and "others", instead of explaining the whole damn thing. It's much easier just to say that. And our therapist speaks to us and calls us by our names. It's kind of annoying..."who are you?" Can't you fucking tell? We have to be kind of patient with the guy. It's frustrating have to remeet people all the time. When someone new comes out, like someone whose just been hanging out inside somewhere and hasn't seen anyone, just heard the commotion, they don't know faces so they don't know who people are. So like my father (who calls us all "characters"- how fucking insulting...we're humans we have fucking feelings thank you very much), some days we don't know who he is...he's just some strange man we live with. Usually someone explains it to me or i call my therapist and he tells us who the guy is. Most of them have met our best friend since she's so understanding of the multiplicity- if you can call us that- it's kind of complicated with all of us, so we call her too and she'll tell us who everyone is if we don't know. Needless to say she gets a lot of phone calls.
Sometimes even yvette (2 years old) came front and center. She came while Amy was driving. She was really stressed and crying and everything and pop- there she came. we girls tried to stop her, but the guys didn't want her to stick with us in the back, so she started to drive. Yeah, a two year old driving is not a good thing. She almost kileld Amy...and ultimatly us- although i'm not sure how that works?!?! Amy's a schizo- and she has this friend named Jackson...well he's my friend too (Jakie, just incase you haven't been following me, i can be a little confusing at times)- the others don't know him very well, just me, yvette, Amy, Amiee and a few others. The main ones know him, but our therapist says he's not a part of the same system...whatever that means. He says he will go away with medication, where we won't. Whatever!??! Anyhow, Yvette was trying to drive and almost killed us, and Jackson, who is usually in the business of trying to kill us was actually trying to save us by teaching Yvette how to drive. He told her what Red lights meant and what green lights meant...he told her when it was a green light and a red light---she was an abused little girl, so she was never taught colors and stuff. Some how, those two made it home. And stupid me, got angry at Yvette and told our thearpist the story and he told my doc and they took my fucking license away. SHIT! that's ridiculous! We can drive just fine, and if Yvette comes, at least Jackson will help, right?
Anyhow, i don't know why i'm tellin' you all this. i just wanted you to know a little bit about me and some of the others i hang with in my posse (spellin'?)
Stay cool....i'm sure someone will be on to say hi later...we like this site, you all seem really nice. we've read some of your all's post and can relate to a lot of what you all say.
Jakie
Sometimes even yvette (2 years old) came front and center. She came while Amy was driving. She was really stressed and crying and everything and pop- there she came. we girls tried to stop her, but the guys didn't want her to stick with us in the back, so she started to drive. Yeah, a two year old driving is not a good thing. She almost kileld Amy...and ultimatly us- although i'm not sure how that works?!?! Amy's a schizo- and she has this friend named Jackson...well he's my friend too (Jakie, just incase you haven't been following me, i can be a little confusing at times)- the others don't know him very well, just me, yvette, Amy, Amiee and a few others. The main ones know him, but our therapist says he's not a part of the same system...whatever that means. He says he will go away with medication, where we won't. Whatever!??! Anyhow, Yvette was trying to drive and almost killed us, and Jackson, who is usually in the business of trying to kill us was actually trying to save us by teaching Yvette how to drive. He told her what Red lights meant and what green lights meant...he told her when it was a green light and a red light---she was an abused little girl, so she was never taught colors and stuff. Some how, those two made it home. And stupid me, got angry at Yvette and told our thearpist the story and he told my doc and they took my fucking license away. SHIT! that's ridiculous! We can drive just fine, and if Yvette comes, at least Jackson will help, right?
Anyhow, i don't know why i'm tellin' you all this. i just wanted you to know a little bit about me and some of the others i hang with in my posse (spellin'?)
Stay cool....i'm sure someone will be on to say hi later...we like this site, you all seem really nice. we've read some of your all's post and can relate to a lot of what you all say.
Jakie