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"Long Distance Relationships"/Meeting My Headmate Through Video - 7/9/24
Brief mentions of drinking/smoking
Today I want to write about two ways we've recently come up with to encourage communication within the system. We are one of those who lucked out (?) in the communication department. Unlike Blue's system, we can talk to each other internally. It's kind of like hearing voices come from the void or ether, like someone else is talking in your head.
We've also found notes that we don't remember writing. Usually at the time we thought we were the host, but then J stumbles upon what they wrote and has no memory of it. Although on occasion the handwriting is unmistakably different or someone has signed off with their own name. Seeing that someone still uses the body's deadname (we are transmasc) was certainly a surprise.
The note thing gave us an idea. What if we set out a particular place that people can leave notes, reminders, etc that they want other people to read?
For example, we got an apology letter yesterday. (Well, it was a folded up index card with the word SORRY in all caps to accompany the vodka left out on the counter.)
While some of us are definitely reserved, there are a handful of us who are at least interested in exploring concrete communication with each other. The idea of leaving physical evidence is daunting, but we did something about that too.
Despite living in our own apartment, we still feel embarrassed and ashamed to do normal human things. To combat this, we've filled the apartment with all kinds of things our parents would never approve of, to remind us wherever we look that this space belongs to us.
We have pride flags and art taped to the walls, unfinished paintings and projects on the floor and everywhere. We have cat ears and merch from fandoms we enjoy. And of course, we have a cat. Every day, we try to encourage ourselves to rediscover art for the sake of art, and not burning out to be perfect enough to earn praise from our father.
So we deliberately take time to make silly art that we know he'd hate. It makes us feel safe, and it makes us feel warm and good.
So we made a mailbox. We used an old cardboard box and hot glue and paint and tape and markers and our and Blue's child parts made paint handprints and doodled all over it.
Now we have a big gaudy rainbow sticker-covered lopsided mailbox on top of our fridge to slip notes into!
Not a whole lot has happened since we finished it two days ago, but we aren't expecting anything huge to change. Right now, having the option is enough.
But the biggest thing we did was to have a video taken while K was fronting. He agreed to it, and he behaves very very differently from most of us, so we thought this would help us combat denial AND get to know ourselves better, as well as possibly open up a new method of communication between us.
It was trippy as fuck to see. It was our body, but it moved like a stranger. I recognized it from who I see in the mirror, but I barely registered as my body. It seemed to belong to him more than me.
Blue agreed to record a transcript with us talking about the differences he noticed with K and with the others. I’ve taken the relevant bits out and put them here.
The transcript may be janky because, well, it's a transcript. Sorry in advance XD.
[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
Blue: Like, okay, you [J] look like somebody who animated you understands what people do at rest. And then he just only does actions. He doesn't have "idle animations."
J: So he just never stops moving?
Blue: Either that or he just won't move at all.
J: I guess he doesn't talk right. You said he has a very different sense of humor. Yes. Did he tell you any jokes?
Blue: No. Not last time. He mostly painted a fox.
J: Well, that does explain that Minecraft fox made out of cardboard. On the floor.
Blue: Yeah, he made it. [Back on the topic of humor.] He likes to have, like, over the top annoyed reactions to things. Like I think the first time I ever really saw that is when he was getting annoyed at something that LB was saying internally, and he was just like [makes a deadpan annoyed face], and then he drew LB with the word annoying above it.
J: So does he have very different interests than me?
Blue: He seemed more interested in music than you did, actually. Even though you seem interested in making music.
J: Yeah, I'm gonna have to like see what happens when I try to get back on that that fucking music program. See if he peeks over my shoulder, so to speak.
Blue: You just Time Skip and then Beethoven starts playing and you're like, holy shit. We are at a piano recital. You're in a tuxedo. It's been like 30 years. You're famous.
J: I'm famous for being a very eccentric musician.
Blue: Your hair is very long and dyed black.
J: Oh God. Does he have smudged eyeliner?
[We got distracted for another 15 min]
Blue: What else is there about people in their behavior that I can talk about? Because I can very easily point out differences but I can't think of what's important to say.
J: I mean literally anything because I'm just going to pick out the text that I find useful. I think we were discussing the video itself.
Blue: Yes. Did you notice anything in the video that you have any questions about?
J: Oh, I noticed that there were a lot more jerky movements. Like yes.
I think that's part of what I was talking about when I was like, when I was talking about like there's not like, like, moving or not moving. It's just it's there's no in between? He also seemed to as soon as he was done with a gesture he would just freeze there for a second like he was paused. So I thought that was interesting. And apparently he does like this snuffling thing?
Blue: Yeah, I kind of forgot.
J: That is an interesting thing. That I am aware of now. Oh, my God. Hopefully it's not too weird.
Blue: I don't really notice it that much, to be honest.
J: Do you think he does it on purpose?
Blue: I don't know.
JL Like, is he trying– I think that might be an animal mannerism and I don't know if it's conscious and imitation but it might be like subconscious imitation.
Blue: Because he does think that he is [a fox] yes, yeah. I think that's like a burrowing noise.
[We briefly get distracted by our cat]
Blue: So, if you want to talk about anyone else we can talk about [M's nickname]. M. Yeah, I saw- I saw him enough to be able to talk about him too. Okay. Um, he seems taller even though he's not any physically taller than you and he doesn't actually stand up any straighter but he seems taller.
J: How does that work?
Blue: I think he must hold himself differently in like maybe a way that people tend to hold themselves when they're taller because maybe there's just more to hold up.
But he holds himself this way. Oh, I think maybe it's because his head leans forward a little bit almost like he's used to being too tall. Maybe he has to duck for doorways or something
J: In the fanfiction, he is I think about six feet tall. So that does check out but I'm curious about this because I never ever consciously internalize this about tall people. I just, I never thought about it, but I guess like that might have been unconsciously absorbed. But that really just the how fucking how many things do I just know unconsciously?
Blue: A lot. Most of human knowledge is unconscious.
J: Brains are insane. I have a voice in my head and a personality but it was constructed with such unnecessary detail. Well, I guess it is necessary, because that's a whole guy who needs body language and stuff.
Blue: That's true.
J: Fully fleshing someone out makes them more likely to not have people notice or be concerned about it if they're fronting. But still, like, the amount of detail is really cool. And also weird and disconcerting, and oh my god.
Blue: He's also fast. He walks really fast. He doesn't seem like he moves fast but it is impossible to keep up with him.
J: I guess he's better with the crutches than I am.
Blue: I haven't really noticed much either way, but on or off crutches. He is faster than you. It's just his base speed is faster. I would have to jog probably to keep up with him. But he'll just stop at corners and wait for me or if I get too far behind. He'll just stop and wait. He'll notice. He'll be like 'oh shit, hurry up. We gotta go smoke.'
Blue: I think maybe has a longer stride than you and he's almost always listening to music and probably faster paced music when he's walking. So that's gonna affect how fast he walks.
J: I listen to fucking nightcore while walking.
Blue: I know you do, but I'm saying that he might walk somewhat slower if I ever heard him or saw him walking while listening to Mitski [he has been caught listening to Mitski in the past] or like, just not listening to something while he was walking. He might walk at a more reasonable speed. Also might not be able to tell how fast someone next to him is walking because he can't hear them.
J: That's true. I didn't think of that. I think you said that he also moves or walks or something differently than me?
Blue: He does. He walks differently than you. I'm thinking, now that I think about his gait more, a lot of the difference I have been noticing I think has to do with how he holds his head. So I think it might be that mannerism that I was noting with him seeing seeming taller might be how he holds his head.
J: That is really interesting. Holy shit. That's so fucking interesting.
B: I think also because he's walking faster he has a little more of a forward lean than you but when he's just standing he has actually a further back lean than you and more of like a forward tilt of the pelvis I think to like, hold up at that angle. Because like you don't really lean back. Some people kind of lean back when they stand and he does but you don't really.
J: One thing that I've been curious about and I'm already forgetting, because I'm high. And oh, here is what it was. Do you think, if you were just watching me, and I switch and I like I wasn't talking or anything and there was no other tells who I was, do you think you could tell who I was by the way I hold my posture.
Blue: I would be able to tell that it wasn't you. I might not be able to specifically pick M out. But I'd be able to know that it wasn't you and I'd probably be able to guess that he was one of the options, but without hearing him talk about something I don't know if I'd be able to be like 'this is specifically him' so much that I would be like J doesn't move like that. That's someone else.
J: Damn, that is a mindfuck for me. I feel like a reporter because I keep coming up with questions to ask you but that was I know you said that his voice is very different than mine. But is his way of talking different?
Blue: He doesn't elaborate as much, he'll speak more to the point. Not like in a rude way but like he’ll say the thing that he wants to say usually in pretty few words. He can talk in a very articulate way if he's having a complex discussion, but if he wants to just say something quickly, it's going to be like three words.
J: So you've had a complex discussion with him?
Blue: Yes. At the [coffee shop.] We sat there for like two hours smoking and we both had something to drink. So we were there for a while and we were talking about DID and how introjects work and stuff.
J: So you explained to him what he was?
Blue: Yes, since he probably was confused given that he didn't know that he wasn't in [source media.]
J: Guess he probably doesn't know what to do now.
Blue: I think he's mostly just like, 'I want to go draw and drink a beer.' And he I think he's just now he's like, 'alright, I'm going to acclimate to this world and figure out the leisure activities I want to do and the shit that I have to do.' And then if he wants to, like, work on some sort of specific aspiration, he'll figure that out a little bit.
J: I was wondering about L. Who do we have so many L names?
Blue: I don't know. I mean, there was a prominent L in your birth name.
J: I guess it's true. But yeah, tell me about have you noticed anything about L? She's the first woman out of all of us.
Blue: Um, well, she I think was the one who will sometimes front after E's being like a little standoffish and be like 'I'm sorry about the child.'
J: Does she does he talk or hold herself differently?
Blue: L I haven't seen as much. Hilariously, actually. I think most of the times that I've seen L she's been shirtless, which is funny. Oh, I think that just because it's been like times at home while cleaning and you probably get too warm. So then you just strip.
J: Yeah I strip if I'm gonna overheat.
Blue: Yeah, so I haven't seen her except like, walking around. She's picking up and putting away stuff.
[END OF TRANSCRIPT]
The Dehumanized to Nonhuman Pipeline is Real - 7/6/24
Content warnings: harassment, self harm mentions, gun threat mentions, alcohol mentions, satirical amounts of swearing
Today was a piece of shit and so is respectability politics.
Just had to listen to my coworkers say some weird shit. Obviously, yes, I wholeheartedly agree that some of the bullshit people are trying to get on the "queer acceptance" bandwagon with is disgusting and harmful (looking at radqueers here) but I could tell that wasn't all they meant.
If they encountered one even slightly weird queer they'd think the same of them. Hell, if they knew how we identified ourselves they'd fucking hurl. And laugh.
I got laughed at just leaving work by the group of shitheads that are always waiting outside. And I can't blame people for being in one of the only spaces you can exist outside here, but don't be a dick for fuck's sake. Don't scream after me and laugh. Don't run up to me licking your lips and drooling and go, "hiiii beautiful!"
I wish I didn't work right next to where I live. I've never felt so unsafe. Especially since we look very recognizable.
It makes me want to cut my hair off and try to pass as binary as possible. And I shouldn't HAVE to do that. Why can't a man have long hair in peace? Why the fuck does it matter? Don't you have literally anything better to do?
All of this made it fucking worse since we were already in a fugue state. We had an overt timeskip where we were lost in thought and suddenly found ourselves walking in the middle of the store, far from where we were supposed to be working. We kept forgetting we were visible and able to be interacted with. Our voice and attitude was fluid from minute to minute.
I don't need any more shit to happen when I can't even hold onto reality, much less a sense of self. And it doesn't make any sense for other people to waste their energy harassing me. What do they think I'm going to do?
There's no winning. You either react or they'll make a game of upping the ante until you react. I already carry visible pepper spray even while working, what else do I need?
I wanted to go out and get a coffee at the one cafe that doesn't close right after work does. I was going to write this there and work on some other projects and actually get internet service. But now I feel too unsafe to leave the apartment building.
I forgot until now, but I was once harassed on the bus by a group of kids who pulled some kind of gun on me when I got out, because I was visibly faggy and had mobility aids. They yelled that they'd shoot me if I didn't suck them off.
Which I didn't. They were years younger than me even if they thought I looked their age. They showed me the handle of a gun. And it's feasible it was a bbgun or something, they make realistic ones that just have bright orange tips, and I didn't see the barrel. But a troubled kid could feasibly get ahold of a real gun.
Blue and I left. We were in broad daylight on a busy road. What were they gonna do, shoot us in public? We caught up to a random couple, explained a bit, and they let us stay with them until the kids fucked off.
I don't feel safe to go without Blue. This wouldn't have been a problem before, but at some point I guess we got a sense of self preservation. Which is inconvenient and embarrassing. I felt safer living homeless than I do in my electronically locked apartment building, just because working nearby has led to me meeting (and being harassed in many ways by) the kind of people who hang around here.
J did kiss his boyfriend in front of a creepy old man who was coming onto him, and the man left immediately after, which I guess is kind of funny. I wouldn't have done that, though. Guy probably touched himself to the memory after.
Sucks because I was saving this drink for a nice day. But today's a drinking day. I can't deal with this shit. I'm not even supposed to be fronting.
Back to the first topic I guess.
Our coworkers know there's something ugly and wrong with us. They've seen our scars and seen us come in with fresh bandages after a lunch break and act fine. We act one way one day, and different the next. We say stupid shit, and I'm sure we've said stupider shit and forgotten it. They're both the better part of a decade older than us, so at least they probably just see us as a sick misguided kid rather than some kind of dangerous basket case.
How would they react to someone so othered from "what makes you human", someone with an experience fundamentally unintelligible to them? I don't even recognize other people as the same goddamn species as me. In my mind, there's me, and then there's everyone else. Even if I try as hard as I can to be a normal human, I can't even get close.
We are autistic, Tourettic, dissociative, borderline, and a handful of other shitty comorbidities. We don't act right, look right, or even move right. Even if Tourette's Syndrome was the only thing wrong with us, no one wants to associate with the guy who moves like Stereotypical Insane/Possessed/Creepy/Demonic/Robotic/Etc Character. Who would want to be seen with someone who barks involuntarily and whose body seizes and shakes? It's so painful to hold it in.
Hell, some of us were formed around those stereotypes.
The answer is no one who isn't also othered. The only people who deign to interact with us have been fucked over as well.
"Humanity" has chewed us up and spat us out. Why would we want any part in something like that? Why would we want to be one of them?
Obligatory everyone isn't a piece of shit disclaimer, but even if everyone was just the nicest and most understanding, we still have differences so fundamental to our very way of being that we cannot comprehend each other.
We will be dehumanized no matter how hard we try. Why not embrace it, and define ourselves through it?
Yes, we know we are physically a homo sapien animal. Yes, we have a brain that is the kind of brain homo sapiens have. No, we aren't human. When scientists can't even pin down where one species ends and another begins, humanity is a construct.
You think I'm fucking disgusting? Sure, what of it?
- M
Dissociation, the Unnatural Natural Pain Reliever - 7/2/24
I work a shitty job. I'm trying to line up a new one, but for now, I work a shitty job.
Sometimes I forget how to do my job. I forget customer's appearances the moment they leave my sight except for a few repeat customers. Like I've mentioned in my first-ever entry, I have to rely heavily on context clues to navigate conversations. I have to hope finicky customers won't be upset that I don't remember them.
Today was a bad pain day. It wasn't so bad I was on the verge of tears the whole time, but it was getting to that point. My tics were worse than usual as well.
For the first half of the day I felt like I was barely tethered to the world as our body talked and moved and worked on it's own. Based on our voice and mannerisms, I'm pretty sure it was L, or at least someone very similar. Whoever she was, she's fucking amazing. Thank you. Oh my god, thank you. Today was enough of a nightmare without fully fronting.
How do singlets do it? Trapped in the moment almost no matter what? I'd die.
That's probably why I have DID. I really would die otherwise. I'm suicidal enough as it is. Our body is full of pain, past and present.
The second half of the day, at some point after one of our breaks, someone else took front. This was someone more masculine. He worked just as hard and did just as much to keep us afloat, and I have just as much gratitude for him. I don't know who he is, though.
I'm hoping that by writing this, somehow somewhere inside our system they will be aware of my thanks. Something similar happened when Blue (the pseudonym I'm using to refer to our roommate system) and I wrote a letter to M. He was able to receive the information without having to read it when he next fronted.
Without fronting, I don't have to be so painfully aware of everything. The passage of time, the intense pain our body is in, the thousand ways my customers and coworkers mistreat me (except for one coworker, we love him (platonically.))
In fact, one of the reasons it took so long for us to realize we had chronic nerve pain was our dissociative disorder.
While we were living in an abusive environment (a time which lasted nearly two decades) we were constantly beyond out of it. But when we moved out, and finally got our own apartment, and started finally working on untangling ourselves and healing, we began to notice.
Before, it had seemed like a distant but ever-present discomfort, sometimes painful, but usually a background kind of thing. It didn't stop it from constantly bothering us and constantly having to pop our bones to soothe it.
Now, it often feels like needles are jabbed between our vertebrae. Sometimes the way our back settles causes us to get stuck in place from pain or to limp, or for our left leg to have trouble holding our weight. All things we would repress and force ourselves through before, and all things that were much, much less severe before I began this job. We can walk for hours but we can't stand for twenty minutes.
Right now we're looking into security jobs again, which are much better. We are already one strike away from being fired due to getting scammed out of $1,000 at the register due to dissociation. And besides, even if the ortho we're going to see gives us a paper saying they have to let us use our mobility aids, there's no way we could do that and the tasks our job requires.
I miss our old security job so much.
Diversity win from an old creepy customer. He said we looked very "unisexual" so that he couldn't tell what we were. Then he said we probably get hit on by "both sexes" and that that was lucky and nice. Then he winked and said he liked being hit on by "both sexes" too.
He also tried to get us in trouble by lying about a past transaction, but he didn't realize the person he complained about was me given the receipt had our deadname.
We hate that guy.
Luckily our nice coworker agreed to ring him up so he didn't see our deadname on the receipt and connect the dots.
I love looking confusing and being able to pass as one or the other binary gender. We will become more masculine over time with our T, but it's still nice. We look like both binary genders not in the way that we're ambiguous androgynous, but that we usually have a presentation that is both aggressively masculine and aggressively feminine. This works out well given that we have headmates of many genders. However, most of us (that we know of) are men, and we are collectively transmasculine.
We're going to take some more pain meds, an edible, and take a long hot bath.
Derealization and Drunkenly Outing Ourselves
- 6/30/24
I can already feel the memories mixing up, although our chronic pain is also making it more difficult to focus than usual. We exerted ourselves after already having a bad day, but it was fucking worth it, for the wild berries and the insanely cool shit we got to explore.
Today we went to the birthday party of a new friend. It was a party largely of queer furries, many of which were neurodivergent, so we felt fairly comfortable about going. However, we dressed in a very specific outfit and felt out of place. While in hindsight we probably looked fine, whoever was fronting for most of the time didn't feel comfortable in that dress or gender presentation. (We present as a genderfluid singlet. Although, the host itself is genderfluid.)
Anyways, host wasn't hosting today. Not sure what happened, but we were out of touch from the moment we showed up, without even a single drink. Mostly social anxiety, we assume, although the later fireworks did freak us out a bit. We went inside and later for a walk in order to get away from the noise and trigger.
It was a great party.
We've been to a few college kid parties, but not the kind in movies. All the ones we've been to are full of queer neurodivergents talking, laughing, playing games, expressing themselves, enjoying food and drinks and smokes.
Even when the atmosphere gets loud or rowdy, it feels comfortable to just be yourself (at least, as much as we can be.) Nobody expects you to mask or to pass as straight or cis. You don't have to appear normal enough to be "palatable" by the wider public. And so these parties are less high energy, centered more around rest and relaxation.
We spent the party attempting to socialize, which actually went really well. Our brain is autistic, and we were surrounded by other autistics and neurodivergents. While that's obviously not an indicator any two people would get along, most of us shared a similar communication and thinking pattern, rather than a neurodivergent and neurotypical attempting to interact.
We also had the shared experiences of shame and ostracization that come with neurodivergency-- I received and witnessed so much empathy and patience extended to people with sensitivities or socialization issues. It was heartwarming. And just a wonderful, welcoming group of people in general.
But as mentioned, our usual host wasn't fronting. The new location and all the new people put our brain on edge, and it was reacting badly.
We felt extremely out of touch with our senses and what was going on. Most severe was the derealization. All of school was incredibly rough for us, and in order to survive the bullying, we began to derealize whenever we were among other people we didn't know.
Your surroundings and the people around you feel flimsy and fake and flat. Even if you're scared, somehow the way the light reflects off of the grass feels flat and manufactured, and the details of everything around you slip through your fingers the harder you try to cement them into your memory. Reality feels like a dream.
When severe enough, we have trouble processing vision and become clumsy and dizzy. On a couple of occasions we've been approached with concern for going pale and seeming unbalanced. It can become so severe that once we became convinced down to the last fiber of our being that we were just a figment of someone's imagination and would die if they stopped thinking about us.
We ended up cycling through different conversations with different people as different activities took place, and people circulated between the house and backyard. Some people left the party early and were replaced with latecomers. We kept forgetting who people were when they started up a conversation again, and not remembering what we'd talked about.
We laughed it off and said we had a bad memory, like we always do. But once it happened enough times with the same person, a new friend, we admitted we had an "amnesia disorder." (Dissociative amnesia.)
A couple drinks and some weed in, we ended up in a conversation in which we fully disclosed our DID.
While we always have to make the dreaded announcement to everyone about our Tourette's Syndrome in order to explain our uncanny and disturbing movements, we usually don't discuss our dissociative disorder until we really know a person. Our roommate system are the only ones who regularly interact with any of our alters knowingly. We still mask around everyone else when possible. Unmasking at all is a subject we will definitely be writing about in the future.
I don't remember how we got onto the subject, only that we'd apologized for our bad memory on something and had been met with understanding and relation. Our conversation partners were our roommate system's host, aforementioned new friend, and the mom of the girl who was throwing the party. She'd come by hours into the party to drink and celebrate.
She talked about how her ADHD affected her memory, and how her memory affected her. We shared about our memory loss as well, explaining that it was due to a disorder called DID, which she had not heard of. When we mentioned memory blackouts she looked deeply concerned.
Living with amnesia of many kinds has been all we've known. It's hard for us to remember it's not the average experience, and especially that our day-to-day life is considered genuinely horrifying-- to the point of it being a literal horror trope.
We provided a few more details on what DID was-- that it was the reason for our bad memory, that we had different "states of mind" that memories differed between, and that we were accustomed to finding shit in our apartment we had no memory of buying or losing shit we had no memory of breaking or tossing out. We left out anything about trauma and avoided talk of alters.
Speaking of those times, the party was a potluck we cooked rice pudding for. We had a feeling we might have cinnamon already in the apartment, and when we went to look for it we found a number of spices we had no memory of buying or having any reason to buy. The cinnamon was in a container of an entirely different brand than we like to use.
Another day, while going to make ramen, we searched the drawers, counter, and dishwasher for our big spoon. When asking our roommate system's host (we need a shorthand for him at this point) he said, "oh, yeah, you broke it like a month ago and threw it out."
That comment sparked two memories-- a broken piece of wood in the kitchen sink, and a different piece sticking out of the trash can.
The reception was better than we could have hoped for. And by this, I mean it wasn’t dwelt on. No one asked prying questions or gave weird looks. The information was treated like the context for the conversation it was meant to be.
Can't think of a good way to draw this to a close. Still a little drunk and it's past midnight. We have work tomorrow. I fucking hate work. Goodbye queer pride month, hello disability pride month.
Amnesia is a Bitch - 6/29/24
We work customer service. And we switch a lot during our job.
This isn't a conscious choice. Our brain does this automatically depending on the customer we are dealing with. One of the survival mechanisms we had to adopt was fawning (part of the four f's, fight, flight, freeze and fawn.)
Fawning, essentially, is extreme people pleasing. We are afraid of our customers, and sometimes for good reason. Hell, today two picked fights with us and our coworker had to call the police on one. Such is living in a big city I guess.
Anyways, it's in our best interest to keep the customers happy. So our brain works overtime in order to make sure the personality best equipped to placate a customer is controlling the body. This leads to issues when the wrong person remains fronting. But that's not the biggest issue.
It's the fucking amnesia.
So many times in our lives people have approached us as if they knew us, had met us before, when we had no memory of them. Face blindness doesn't help either. Unless we've seen a person many times, we won't be able to describe their appearance unless they have an extremely notable trait like brightly dyed hair.
This is worse because we have repeat customers and they can be volitile.
A very nice woman came in today and she's one of the talkers. Older people tend to stick around longer and make conversation. I think they're lonely. Once you're out of school there aren't a lot of places for adults to socialize.
She told me it was good to see me again. And she made references to previous interactions.
Like so often, we have to pretend we remember, even though I swear I've never seen her or heard her voice in my life. I had to play pretend. In some ways it's like getting isekai-ed.
The isekai thing is a whole other can of worms. We've had alters front who have no idea where they are and cause huge problems. Both K and M (introject alters) had no idea where they were when they first fully fronted --both with terrible timing-- and tried to run away from the unfamiliar environment they found themselves suddenly in.
I remember properly coming to outside in the dark. It had just finished raining and I was locked out of our apartment. No key, no phone, not even shoes. Our partner had begged him to take them when he realized he couldn't stop M (we are larger and stronger than my partner), but he refused, not recognizing them as our own.
He ran away one more time, but after both times recieved some explanation as what was going on. For both M and K it was a huge adjustment to not being in their story universe anymore. Our brain had ingrained that so heavily into them that it confused itself.
There is some kind of communal knowledge bank we have, and the more an alter fronts the more they have access. This knowledge bank includes things like where we live, what objects belong to us, who people around us are, what our phone password is. It also includes skills like cooking and drawing, which we all have varying levels of talent at.
L can cook insanely well, but Li burned our hand the one time he tried and spilled ingredients everywhere. Some of us are banned from the stove and oven, as well as sharp objects. L helps to enforce this by forcing herself to front. There is someone else I think who does something similar by numbing and muting our emotions when we have self-harm urges, making us lethargic and sometimes catatonic. This usually precedes a severe and total switch.
Tonight we are planning to attempt a switch deliberately. We can do this alright with our most frequent fronters. We have been aware of our DID for over a year at this point, and before we knew we had it we still deliberately switched while thinking that was normal. We lucked out on that and good internal communication. I guess since our brain didn't clock it as a worrying symptom, it didn't feel the need to hide it from us.
With phrases like "not feeling like myself today" so normalized, we assumed this was a normal way to exist. We also thought that the voices talking to each other near constantly in our mind was just how people thought. Not sure why, but we never really questioned it despite it striking us as weird when it got intense. We had bigger fish to fry at the time lol.
My partner system's host and I bought a big posterboard a few days ago. We are planning to doodle on it and get as many of our alters as want to to add to it. We feel it would both be therapeutic and allow our alters to feel more agency over our space and feel more welcome. Some alters in our system feel very anxious in our apartment and we think it would help everyone to feel calmer and safer, and that they are allowed to express themselves. While this isn't the case for many systems, we find this has been really healing for us so far, rather than repression.
- J