(an essay about bein alterhuman. cw: eye trauma, pluralphobia, fictive dysphoria. )
in the left eye im a person. i was born in south korea in the 70s. got adopted. grew up in the suburbs in illinois. had some bad shit happen, died, kept walking. grew old, didnt grow up. died again, and wound up in a world where none of that was real.
in the right eye im a construct. i was "born" in 2010 in a couple different states. product of a depressed gay teenagers imagination. an oc if you wanna call it that. he roleplayed as me for years. kept asking the character questions, put himself in my shoes through all the worst parts of my life. some bad shit happened- to him, to me. he asked me for help. i listened, and woke up in a world where i was suddenly real.
i have my own memories. i share all of my hosts like theyre mine. I know what fuckin happened- at home and here. i know what ive seen.
... having double vision gives me a headache.
sometimes i can close an eye to get through the day. i can just see whats useful and cut the crap. sometimes i get hit on the head and both eyes jolt open. i dont know how to do somethin i should. i know how to do somethin i shouldnt. i run into hosts old google docs w notes about "me", or he starts reminiscin with an old rp buddy.
it hurts like hell. makes me dizzy. makes me wanna puke.
i get jealous of ppl who can see the same world w both eyes. other fictives who can do source calls and get an answer. ppl with total source separation. other headmates who aint fictive. 'normal' people.
but i cant talk about it with most people. especially the normal ones
cause some of those people? they want me to cut out an eye. they say if i just look at things through the right eye and stop havin a left ill be okay and the pain will stop. they want me to be a cyclops.
thing is in the real world? the world in my right eye? a cyclops dies when its born. its a birth defect with how their brains form. they never split so they only have one eye, and they croak if they have to breathe. some of these fuckers know that. they want me to stop breathing. some of them dont, but it dont matter.
even if i stabbed out my eye and dug a knife in there until all of it was gone- every nerve and muscle and splintered bone- id never be a cyclops. id still have a split brain and 2 sockets. id just have a hole where an i used to be.
thats not the answer. i know theres gotta be one. ill find a way to clear my vision someday. see one thing through both eyes.
for now ive got double vision. and i think i can live with that