Why I withdrew, and why DID is not your game.
Okay, so I havenât been around in quite a while. And Iâve specifically not posted why so far. But right now, I consider it to be very important for me to say this. But first, a few disclaimers:
1) This is not an attack on anyone. This, if anything, is directed at those who claim to have DID who do not (I cannot comment on any other form of multiplicity as I am not educated in those matters AT ALL and would not wish to get anything wrong). You will know who you are. I donât need to tell you. This is not a matter of those who doubt themselves or their diagnosis, but those who roleplay and toy with mental illness as though itâs a game. I know some incredible, genuine folks on here that I wish all the best to. I also have no intention of stirring up drama. The purpose of this message is purely to make others aware, particularly those who may be wondering at my absence, why Iâm not vocal and around as I was.
2) I am still here. If people wish to speak to me, theyâre still welcome to. Iâm also still writing, and always appreciate input. Iâm still writing about DID, with the wonderful help of some systems who have retained contact with me.
3) I donât have DID. I have tried to make this as clear as possible from the beginning, and have corrected anyone as soon as I realised that people have misunderstood. This means that ANYTHING I SAY ON THE MATTER comes from a position of (relative) ignorance. I would ALWAYS suggest anyone talk to systems themselves if they wish to learn more. But, of course, politely.
So, with all of those disclaimers out of the way, the reason I left:
I havenât been around here that long. At one point, a lot of folks were interacting with me. As a writer, I thought, great. People are willing to help me out with this, and thank you so much to those who did. Several of you still talk, and those who donât are always welcome. Both as people helping me out with a writing thing, and, if you wish, just to say hello.
As time went on, a lot of the folks I became very close to began to leave. And this, I noticed, was because they felt lost and overrun. This was because they were sick and tired of swimming through a sea of roleplay, fanfiction, and people who thought DID was a game. There were people around who were, essentially, pretending that DID was something fun they could play at for a while.
Not everyone did that. But in general, I came to see just how hard it was for systems to speak up about their experiences. How many people came to Tumblr and the community here hoping for acceptance and recognition, where theyâre able to be themselves regardless of the restrictions on them in real life, and to be able to talk to others who have the same experiences. And instead, what they found was a roleplaying game with DID as the setting. They came for genuine, fellow feeling and support, and they found a game.
One thing I can say for certain, even as an outsider, is that DID is not fun. No mental health issue is fun. Having people there to help you out sounds great, right? ... Until you realise how bad it has to get for you to not be able to deal with it WITHOUT having those other folks there. And alters. Great, right? You could have anyone, of all different backgrounds, right there in your head. Except... three of them carry severe trauma memories that keep them awake at night and mean they canât even interact with other people properly without being terrified something will happen again. Two of them block out their trauma with addictions. One of them lashes out because itâs the only way they know how to protect themselves. Another one hasnât smiled in all of the years youâve been alive because every time they look up, they see something that reminds them of what they went through. And those are just the beginning. And not just that, but several of those could be the same person.
So this is a note, but itâs also a plea. If you are on here and you think DID is a game, think again. Think how it would feel if you finally spoke up about things that youâve lived with in silence for years to someone you thought was the same only to find theyâve been pretending. Or how it would really, honestly, feel to have to deal with the dark side of DID. The non-pretty bits. The bits no one wants to talk about and no one wants to see. THATâS what youâre pretending.
To all DID systems out there, you are incredibly strong people. Every single one of you. What you have had to deal with, what you are still dealing with. In my experience dealing with some of you, it has been (and hopefully will continue to be) incredible. I have made some incredibly close friends since creating this blog, and each one of you is important to me in a different way. And that is part of the reason I find myself so sad that your lives are treated as something âfunâ or trivial. I know probably around 10% of what itâs like. Nothing more. And even I can see the struggle, the journey, and how serious this is. And Iâm just a novelist writing a story. People need to learn that mental illness is not a game or a hat you can try on, and mentally ill folk (I am also mentally ill, but in a different way) are not just the front we put up. Itâs hard, itâs horrible, and it sucks. No one WANTS to be mentally ill. No one chose this. If anyone wants my mental illness symptoms, they can take them. Gladly. Iâd pay you to do it. So why is that different for DID?
- K Hart







