heyyyy!! we're an undiagnosed system who uses any pronouns (neo/xenos included!!!) , and this is a blog for us to post about system + kin stuff, as well as general mood things!!! WE ARE 16 DON'T BE WEIRD!!!!!! im currently reworking tags and intros <:3
please DNI if you are: (pro) non traumagenic systems, a pro/com/dark shipper, T.R.A.S.H, NSFW account(s) !!
Small reminder that DID is often a covert disorder and overt DID is actually pretty rare. A person could go their whole life without knowing they have DID because that's the point. You do not need to know who you are all the time or who's fronting or need to feel like you're a faker because you act the same pretty much all the time. You do not need to act drastically different between your headmates to be valid.
So we had the great displeasure of talking to a Willo "system" (we did not know they were Willogenic until recently.) And they confessed. By this point we had LEARNED they were willo, because the whole conversation came up when we called them out. Basically it was this:
"We found a post saying you're willogenic, you do know we're anti willo, right? We've said this before."
"Well yes, but we wanted to try to subtly prove we exist to you..."
"It's not going to work. Why put in so much effort for a useless cause?"
"Because we have a crush on you :("
"What."
And then they went on a tangent like "we can put ourselves in a risky situation to get repetitive trauma if it means you'll like us more" (they apparently believe that DID can form at ages 15-16 as well. I'm not convinced that is possible, but even if it was, wtf???)
Anyway we rejected them, they got mad and blocked us, and we later on found out through a mutual that they "willoed" every headmate they knew we had into their "system" as a "willo subsys" (???) And were now saying they were dating that "subsys" ?????
Bitch, first of all, I do NOT want to create headmates. Getting new headmates sucks. We have plenty already. Oh, and also, that’s impossible! You are just stupid! Hope this helps! 🫶
We are NOT jealous of you fuckers, we’re sick of your harassment and ableist bullshit.
Also, as somebody who has pretty decent control over their headspace (the boss does, at least)... Uhm? Nope, definitely not jealous about that!
We are NOT peanut butter and jealous of you. We think you are scum. This is such copium. Deep down, you know you’re making excuses to enable your disgusting behavior.
today I saw someone talking about hearing voices in their head, and people suggested they "look into plurality"
Anyway if voices suddenly appear in your head, it could be caused by a schizoaffective disorder, by a mold infestation, by medication, by a BRAIN TUMOR, and without any other information, it may be this thing called "thinking"
hearing voices in your head is a vaguer symptom than coughing
Image IDs: first image is a red user box pin on Pinterest stating, “Anti endos are posers” with the anarchist symbol on the left of the text. Second image is almost the exact same, but the text states “Anti endos are not punk” /end ID
Ah, yes, I’m a poser and not actually punk because I’m against ableism, how mean of me. (/sarc)
Guys PLEASE just roleplay. Please please please, roleplaying is cool and quirky too, it's creative, you can do whatever you want and you don't have to harass introjects when they don't act like the character from your favorite game.
pros of having a favorite character youve liked for over a decade: character brings you joy and excitement
cons of having a favorite character youve liked for over a decade: they have become a permanent part of your internal monologue and you cant get them to go away
please stop taking away our cdd joy. we are allowed to make the most of our disorder without it affirming your ableism. please can you not take this away from us. please can you let disabled people have something please
"so, why do you hate endos so much?" well, let's think about it.
major content warning for child abuse, syscourse, system formation, endogenics, suicide, and related topics. this is typed in a way that is disjointed to simulate memory loss and gaps in memory. if you believe this will upset you, please scroll.
you're four years old. someone close to you has just laid their hands on you for the first time. this will be the first of many occurrences. you won't know about it until many years later.
you're eight years old. when teachers call your name in class, you won't reply. not because you don't hear it, but because it doesn't feel like you. you're not sure if it's ever been your name. maybe you're transgender. you just read about that on the internet. you will spend years going back and forth on labels that will never fit right, and you will spend years forgetting what labels you've tried.
you are nine years old. your grades are already failing. you can't pay attention in class. you don't know what happens when you go home. you wake up the next day sore and covered in bruises and something else that you can't recall right now. you're not sure what you mean by right now, there's just right now, and right now you go to school. you don't remember going to school. you're back at home. did you ever leave? you're twenty two years old.
you are ten years old. fictionkinning is all the rage on the internet. it's given you something to attach to. that's nice. you know who you are for once.
you are thirteen years old. you've always been thirteen years old. you don't know anything that happened before being thirteen.
you are thirteen years old. you haven't stopped having imaginary friends. you think you're schizophrenic. you will self diagnose yourself as such for years, because you want a label to tie yourself down with. you want to know yourself, because you're not sure you ever have. when do you learn how to do that, anyways? everyone around you seems like they know. you are seven years old.
you are sixteen years old. have you ever not been sixteen? you must've spawned in like this.
you are seventeen years old. you've just learned about systems online. you don't get it.
you are twenty years old. you've just crashed your- no, you didn't. how'd your car get totaled? when did you have a car? you're thirteen years old. you can't even drive. were you driving? there's other people here. you've known they were there. but since when? someone tells you that you've known for two years. what? it's been longer than that. you've known since you were
you're four years old. something happened to you this year, but really, it's been sixteen years.
there never was a four year old. you have always been twenty two. when did you turn twenty two?
you're in a community for people like you. you've been handed a diagnosis, but it's been a while. you don't remember when you got it. someone else does. he's your friend, but he's you. that's nice to have.
you meet someone. they say they experienced something similar to you. that's nice. you spend days, weeks, months talking and getting closer. you bond over your systemhood, you tell them everything, they tell you everything. they tell you that they became a system later in life. you ask them how that works. they tell you they "willed it." you ask if something really did happen to them after all.
they say no. they just didn't want to be shunned from "their community."
the person you had known for months has lied to you this entire time.
the person you had known for months has claimed solidarity with you, but they never once experienced it.
the person you had known for months thinks that your dissociation is a fun concept. they think it's fascinating that the human mind can do that. they think it's wonderful to have friends and to never be alone. all you've wanted is to remember properly and to be alone for once. when did you want that?
when did you meet this person? was there ever a person?
you're sixteen years old. you never had that friend. someone else here had that friend, but they weren't your friend.
you try and remember for once, but someone tells you that you've done this before. you've tried to remember, and you've remembered everything all at once, and then you've forgotten.
you will do this daily, weekly, monthly, yearly, and you will forget it every time.
but your internal friend's friend will never do that. they will continue to use a label that has ruined your life, and they will use it for fun. they will find all of this nonsense. they will think you are "exclusionary." they will think that you are a terrible person. they will think you are the problem.
they will tell you to take your own life. you wish you had. someone tells you that you've tried before. all you can say is, "oh." you wonder if it worked. you wonder if this is hell.
they will have fun. you will continue to suffer.
you are four sixteen twelve thirteen twenty-two twenty years old. something happened to you, somewhere along the way. you don't remember. someone else.
Just realized how cool being an alterhuman sounds at face value
Yeah there's just folks who appear human and come from families of humans but aren't human themselves. A character from a show could pass you on the street and you wouldn't even know it. Your local librarian could literally be a water snake. Your classmate could be a divine being and you would still know them like any other person there.
We are literally the wild, unfathomable, inorganic, mechanical and the forces of nature among men and that's so awesome to think about
hate when i say “i can’t do [thing] because of my autism” and hear (usually lower support needs) autistics say “well i’m forced to do [thing] so i have to” in response.
there will be autistics who never can do [thing] no matter how forced, no matter how punished, no matter how anything.
i can’t force myself to do [thing] i can’t do. not ever.
many autistics like me.
especially hate hearing autistics say “well if i didn’t do [thing] i would get abused” as if we autistics also didn’t get abused, except we still couldn’t do [thing].
you are dismissing higher support needs autistic who are or have been abused.
* [thing] here can be literally anything, doing chores, eye contact, speaking, socialising, get good grades in school etc.