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i'm moving blogs because this one got shadowbanned. my new blog is @televisionsyndrome.
So why is it worthy of a block to ask someone when they got diagnosed with a mental health condition?
That's literally one of the questions that comes up in person in these spheres all the time.
Is it possible, incredibly likely even, that the vast majority of people on Tumblr who claim to have DID are self diagnosised and haven't ever seen a mental health professional for a diagnosis?
It is possible, and indeed it is the case that everyone you see who claims to have DID on Tumblr infact does not have it.
Disagree? DM me a redacted copy of your diagnosis. Send me literally one shred of evidence that someone with anime/cartoon based alters has been vetted by a medical professional.
I'll wait.
Y'all are ableist for pretending to have DID and should be absolutely ashamed of yourself.
normal people: hey man how's it going
I said to prove me wrong, so far one single person has. Which makes my original point still correct.
Also crazy to use "normal people" in this thread, I don't think normal people fake having a profound mental illness online for sympathy.
lol who on earth is telling you it's okay to act like this? take your fucking normal pills dude
If you can't follow what I'm saying in fucking plain English don't fucking reply.
for a troll you sure are no fun. who was it who was just complaining about being blocked? lol
my new blog is @televisionsyndrome.
just in case anyone following me wants to know, i'm going to be moving blogs because this one has been shadowbanned for like a year or so due to the fact that i called out a r*dfem in the DID community last year, and the staff side of tumblr has just continued to spiral into a massive transphobic shitfest behind the scenes. it's finally started to irritate me that i can't do things like comment on people's posts from this sideblog and other things, so i'm just gonna move over somewhere else. i'll post the new blog in my pinned at some point. thanks for reading i guess
i think we have might have amnesia, im not entirely sure but how can u be when u have to figure out what ur Not remembering n its not complete blackouts n more like greyouts
People who follow me may be sick of reading this but amnesia, for me at least, is nothing like it is portrayed on Gilligan’s Island (not to impugn the diligent scientific advisors for this great documentary series, mind you).
In my case, amnesia is not a single binary state. It is a collection of elements that work together to blot out periods of my life or classes of events. Elements that continue to wreak mischief even after their cover was blown, a decade ago.
I have not greatly elaborated but need only be asked, to do so.
Also, I should offer the disclaimer: I have no education or credentials whatsoever.
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This is a partial list of some elements of amnesia that cause me to stumble because I tend not to expect them (the list is still slowly growing, btw):
1. displaced memories, where context and chronology are scrubbed from an event;
2. perforated memories, where only the ‘undesirable’ portions of an event are forgotten;
3. selective memories, where idyllic memories crowd out the less-idyllic ones;
4. feeling memories, where an event is not forgotten, but exists in a form I did not initially recognize for memory;
5. on again, off again memories, where it is possible to retell a memory without actually remembering it;
6. avoided or inconvenient or ill-timed memories, where some memories are occasionally accessible, but access is undesirable ‘in the moment’ (unsurprisingly, the right ‘moment’ just never arrives);
7. misread memories, where memory of an event is misinterpreted by present understanding – where I misunderstand what is remembered because long-term amnesia has deprived me of a common frame of reference;
8. external amnesia, or in my case, family cult amnesia, where the family consensus is that my memories are unreasonably distorted to serve my malcontented purposes;
9. internalization of family cult amnesia, where it is easier and more rewarding to stop fighting and to join the cult – I list this one last because it has influence over most previous elements on the list.
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I hope this may be helpful.
i’m not sure i’m capable of being loved right now / i feel safe in my quiet way of living and telling my secrets to thread & paper / i don’t know what i’d say if you asked me to know myself / more
last week in therapy, my therapist assigned me some "therapy homework" so to speak, namely a mussar video about struggle, which was insightful as mussar is a pretty insightful movement of judaism, and then a 20 minute video about mindfulness. now, i told her that i don't like mindfulness meditation videos because they make my dissociation worse, but she insisted i try it, so i did. well, i put it off for the entire week because i knew what it was going to do to me, so i just did it this morning, the morning of my therapy day, and shocker, i'm worse off for it. or at least i feel that way.
in the middle of it, i started crying for reasons i don't really understand. the feeling of wanting to cry keeps persisting, and i have what i call "the ghost of a headache", which is what happens when a headache is about to come on soon. it's like the sensation of a headache without having the headache, like the pressure is there but it hasn't hit yet. it typically happens when i'm experiencing some kind of emotional/dissociative/trauma thing, i think due to the tension that starts up in my head, neck, shoulders, face, jaw, etc, as a result.
i came out of the entire experiencing feeling like my head was full of cotton. i knew it was going to feel this way when my eyes were closed toward the end of it, and even though i wasn't looking at myself, the sensation of the rest of my body felt incredibly far away from me. the crying sensation is starting to leave, and now i just feel numb. i feel like i'm looking at my hands typing this post through a camera and not my own eyes. i'm observing myself not as myself, but as if i were playing a game in VR. i'm in first-person, but what i'm looking at when i look down is not my body, and it doesn't feel as if all the settings are correct, so as i walk, i feel disoriented, i get some dizziness or mild vertigo. whenever i move to do something, the movements feel off, as if they're too fast, too slow, too heavy, too light. they're uncoordinated and strange. when it gets like this, i start feeling so disoriented that it feels like i'm high, or like i've taken something when i haven't.
in my head, i take too long to process information. i stare at the fridge for much longer than i need to in order to find what i need to make the food i want. my memory feels scattered. i remember that i had a conversation with my mother earlier but i don't remember what it was about, it feels like it happened yesterday. i just remember that it happened, but not the memories themselves. the mussar video and the mindfulness meditation video both feel like they happened yesterday, too. i barely even remember what they were about now. i only remember that i found the mussar video insightful when i watched it.
i made food and i can't even taste it. i'm not sick, and i added plenty of salt, pepper, butter and cheese to the mashed potatoes and meat substitute i made. but i eat it, and it's just some kind of soft pile of vaguely nutritious junk.
i'm losing the thread of what i was talking about because my brain is so scattered, i keep having to look at the rest of what i'm typing to remember what i'm doing because my thoughts just keep hitting a wall. it's taking a while to type this and i think my food is getting cold because i keep pausing to stare off into space, thinking about nothing.
the internal self-conceptualization that i have does not match up with the way that my body appears to me, and i'm not talking about transgender dysphoria when i say that.
things as simple as the way i carry myself, or the way i think i carry myself, the way my hands move and look, the way i conceptualize myself and my body in my head, do not match the way that my body appears in the mirror.
as my internal sense of self becomes misaligned with my body, my perception of my body and how it feels to me begins to change itself to match that internal sense in some way, through dissociative self-distortions. the two opposing self-conceptualizations begin to reconcile in this way, but i know that if i look in a mirror, it will all begin to fall apart again.
now that the crying sensation has passed--and in the spirit of mindfulness, i really have done my best to let the sensation pass without judgement, just trying to observe it--i just feel very emotionally numb. i'm at a stronger version of my already dissociative baseline, that of complete neutrality. i wouldn't describe it as apathy at all, just complete and utter calm neutrality. in this state, i observe the things happening around me without judgement, but externally i respond the way that other people typically expect me to in order to mask it.
when something happens to upset my friend, i know that it's bad but i don't feel bad for them that it happened. however, i still respond the way that they expect me to because i don't want them to think i don't care about them, even if i don't feel like i care about them/their problems [in that moment], because that's just the objectively correct thing to do for someone i speak to on a daily or near-daily basis, and have invested much time in. additionally, i know that at some point, the feelings i have for the other person are likely to come back, meaning that allowing apathy to erode my relationship with someone else is not a good idea.
i forgot what i was talking about again. as i've typed this, it's been getting worse and worse, and i can't tell if focusing on the dissociative feelings to describe them is making them wore or if i'm just up for being in an episode for this morning. my vision is blurry and it's getting hard to read the letters on my screen.
i think i started writing this because i wanted to explain it to my therapist? idk i don't want her to feel bad, this is just part of the process i guess.
it's nice that there's a lot of talk about dissociation online, but when people who aren't experiencing chronic dissociation talk about it, that's not what i experience. that's not to devalue their experiences or their contributions to the discussion of dissociation, it's just something that causes me to feel isolated, because when i say 'dissociation', it feels like i am referring to something completely different, when i know i'm not because i have read plenty of literature that describes what i'm experiencing. it feels like one of the only places i've been able to find my own experiences is in the literature. i don't entirely remember why i brought this up.
the headache is now coming on harder, and it feels like i'm having to fight myself to even stay focused enough to make this into something coherent. it's been explained to me by people who are more knowledgeable on this subject than i am that this kind of thing happens to dissociatives because the dissociative brain doesn't want to become aware, so when methods like mindfulness or grounding come in and try to cause the brain to become aware, it gets upset and starts dissociating even further. this has been a problem for me ever since i started trying to figure out how to ground myself to stop the dissociation years ago, and i've never been able to find a way around it. i just float on until it goes away.
so i guess that's what i'm going to do this morning. maybe i will attempt to play the guitar or draw or something until it goes away.
rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy
OBVIOUSLY nobody should ever be abused and abuse is bad and abusers should not be coddled. I went through abuse myself, I know this
that being said. I don't think being a victim of abuse gives you the right to go around telling people that they remind you of your abuser for reasons they cannot control. it is unkind, unfair, and incredibly manipulative to treat other people this way. I don't care if it is because your abuser was an addict, or had a particular religious background, or had a particular disorder, or something else entirely. you cannot hold an entire group of people responsible for what happened to you
you are not morally obligated to spend time with people who remind you of your abuser. but you are morally obligated to treat other people with dignity and respect
tw: self harm ideation
getting dissociative intrusions, i think. earlier i described it as some kind of, i don't know, crumbling wall or something. the feeling of wanting to cry for reasons i don't understand, on top of getting close to some memories i'd rather stay away from earlier. i don't actively remember them, but it's the overwhelming sensation of something that belongs to me that i'm not touching or holding anymore, something that makes me think "how could i forget this?" but i don't know what 'this' is, but i do, but i'm not allowed to touch it. i don't know. i'm getting very dissociated just talking about it in a journal, but i need to journal it somewhere, otherwise it might not go away.
i'm listening to some very loud music and while it's not helping the dissociation itself, it seems like being able to focus on it is drowning all of the mental noise out and making it easier to deal with. i mean, it's probably not great for my ears, but it's better than cutting myself. probably. maybe i should go cry in the shower or something until it stops, that frequently does something. i kind of want to cut myself, though. it feels good. not just in an emotional sense, but in a sexual masochism way.
i don't know what's wrong with me lately but i don't know. strange identity shifts that bug me because they don't feel right, as in, they don't feel 'correct'. i guess it would make sense if i have the alter i'm thinking that i have, considering that i used to have them/think i have them, and i've been having (an) alter/s from this particular era resurfacing (i think), but i don't know, it's all so confusing when i don't have anyone to hold me accountable for figuring this stuff out.
i have a therapist but i haven't gotten to the point of working on DID, i'm choosing to first begin working on lessening the dissociation overall and other daily life functioning first. i'm still feeling her out and don't know if/when it would be appropriate to bring it up yet.
everything just feels so far away no matter how interconnected it is. i'm starting to lose my thread again, losing track of who i am and what i'm doing, what i want to do, what i need to do. it feels like i'm giving/getting suggestions from 6 different people and i'm being pulled in so many different directions at once that i'm going to tear apart and get nothing done.
calm down, it's only 11:30 pm. there's plenty of time.
i think i've been rapid switching this entire time and i don't know why. maybe the music is triggering certain parts out, maybe the act of journaling itself is triggering out parts who want to say or think something and it's causing them to freak out?
but i'm not freaking out. i feel fine, and i want to take a shower and do fun stuff with razor blades. that sounds way too edgy lmao. i just want to feel the pain because it's grounding, and i want to shower because the hot water is grounding. also because i haven't done that in a few days. i can already feel the sensation on my skin.
the music feels good. i feel good. i'm tired and everything is far away, but i feel fine, i'm safe, and nothing bad is going to happen to me.
i need to take a shower.
graves grow no green that you can use.
gwendolyn brooks
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TO THE YOUNG WHO WANT TO DIE
Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.
The gun will wait. The lake will wait.
The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait:
will wait a week: will wait through April.
You do not have to die this certain day.
Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.
I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can
attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment.
You need not die today.
Stay here-through pout or pain or peskyness.
Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.
Graves grow no green that you can use.
Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.
graves grow no green that you can use.
Gwendolyn brooks
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Circ's Switching Advice
The number one thing to remember when it comes to switching and learning to control, in our opinion, is compromise. You have to work together to switch, and that can be difficult.
Tips and tricks I've learned:
Grounding and meditation have helped a lot. When we're triggered, it's a lot harder to sit with myself and say, "Who do I need to help me handle this?" If you need to switch, stay calm and breathe.
We have found it easier with various visualizations. For instance, when we switched today, Ve imagined herself flying out of the fronting circle -- but she was in too much pain from our headache to switch. So instead, she visualized me coming over and patting her shoulder, which I did. Then, I was close enough to take the control, and she could go lay down.
In connection with that above bullet, visualization helps in the outerworld too. We found it helped us a lot when we started writing our experiences through the lens of a robot with multiple "cores" who represented our alters. When the bot switched, the color of its UI switched as well to the colors we associate with. Now, when we switch IRL, we visualize our eyes changing color to the associated color, which helped to ground our switches more in reality.
We found it helped to have an accountability buddy for switching, in this case our spouse @circulars-singlet. They will remind us of how long we've been out, which in turn makes us think, "hey, you're right, I tend to get burned out if I'm out that long. How am I doing?" Those check ins are really helpful. They'll also remind us if we said we wanted to switch.
We sometimes have found it helps to focus on the feeling of our body while switching. For instance, Numb when he fronts tends to have a better posture than us, so if we want to switch to Numb, we often straighten our posture. It's kinda like... we make the house something the person would like to live in if we want them to come to the house, yknow?
We also used to use music to help switches along. Still works to this day. Roy's the only one who likes country, so hearing country music helps get him closer to front. Same with vocaloid for Tavi and swing for Numb.
Communication is vital, however you end up doing it. We've basically always been able to contact one another, but we have used journals before to do so. If you want someone to switch in soon, maybe writing them a note or calling out to them innerworld would be a good idea. Making them aware of that desire in any way is a great call.
Connected to that and compromise, it can sometimes be hard to suggest someone come and take the burden. We actually still are struggling with this concept. Asking someone to switch in is hard, because we understand how difficult life can be, and it's hard to ask someone to take that burden on. Our therapist has been working with us to view it more as "Thank you for your help" and less "Sorry for what I'm doing to you."
I'm starting to run out of steam, sadly, but please folks, feel free to chime in with your own ideas.
People seriously underestimate the long term effects of constant loneliness
"why are you so weird?" Idk, maybe because being completely isolated while growing up has destroyed my brain and now I'm nothing more than a human-mimicking creature that bases all of my actions on what I think is normal human behavior rather than just doing things naturally
Portrait of my favorite artist.
Lovely piece by a very kind artist who is always supporting me, best gift ever