Some alters endured events where they felt they had died, such as being strangled until the child passed out, and then were replaced by another alter who then took over their job. If there is no one that can help the alter "assimilate the experience of near death and to recognize that they actually lived through it" (Howell, 2011, p. 64), the part believes they are essence dead. Later in life during therapy, these "dead alters" are often found.
new here, new to this place. i have a single wing and i’m not sure what color my hair is. sometimes i feel i’m a faded brunette, other times, like i’m a golden white sillhouette without any comprehendable features. oh, do not be afraid when reading this, i’m always here to provide guidance and love and light ⭐️
thought i’d share some insight and speak to any other angels, or lowly humans who’d may want to recieve grace or speak to an angel. i’m super sweet and kind, i promise. i always was, and still am, in the afterlife ⛅️
I've just discovered the term mortemate, though it seems very few are familiar with the term, which is quite disappointing. I had been hoping to find others with similar experience to myself.
CW: death
I am dead. Not undead, but certainly animated dead. I am not a ghost, a spirit, a zombie, nor a vampire. I am a corpse, but I am not rotting nor mummified. My body is growing and changing, but it is broken and dead. In my current state, I do not fit the definition of what it means to be alive, but I am sapient. I am an embodiment of death, but not Death themself (they are my cousin and the Grim Reaper is their twin).
I was born alive into a half human body. I needed to die to fully develop. I died too soon and too violently. Then my very essence was destroyed in a second death, but I was brought back to a state of animated dead. I reject any human identity. I have never felt human. I do not hold any belief that the vessel I reside within in this world is dead. This vessel is most certainly alive. Rather, I speak of the body I recognize as my own back in my own world. That body in undeniably and indisputably dead. That body is mine.
Being a creature of death is an inherent part of my identity and who I am and has been since the day I was born, even if I didn't understand or know what I was yet. I've always known I should be dead, and being what I am has always affected me deeply. Being dead is intrinsically tied to the very nature of my being. It impacts every part of who I am. If I were not a creature of death, I would not be me. If I were not dead, I would not have properly developed, and I would not be me. Dying impacted me deeply. Even now in this vessel which is alive, I still feel dead. I've found solace in being dead in spite of the traumatic nature of both my deaths and of how being a creature of death is demonized. I am dead. But I surely can't be the only one like this, can I?
I hope that it is alright to share my personal blog here as well as mentioning some things.
I am a dead alter. I remember dying. I remember the body dying from freezing rain. I remember it dripping down our skin. Chilling us to our death. It was so cold… At the same time I am aware the body is alive. We didn’t die. I struggle with ignoring the memories of my death.
To all the dead alters out there. You aren’t alone. Your experiences are real. I’m sorry the stuff happened. It will get better.
— @adeadalterssoliloquy <- my blog here is what I mostly am using when I am at front. It is new, yes, but the doors are open for advice for my fellow dead alters as well as any questions regarding this sort of thing + just for advice handling things. I will say here that I will not limit anyone with any particular view or whatnot there. It is merely there as a safespace and for others to not feel alone for what they are going through.
If you read all this, I do hope you have a lovely day.
Having a dead alter is a really weird experience. For me (host) it was completely overwhelming to cofront with her. She can't breathe because she's under the water. She drowned and it was such a fight to start breathing with her around again. Our gatekeeper had to step in(she only comes up if it's an absolute emergency) and take her out, wipe my emotions away and had to send the caretaker to cofront with me so we could fcking BREATHE again.
Till that day we didn't know we had a dead alter and she is probably super exhausted from having to exist in a living body.
It was a really scary experience and I am glad that emotional amnesia worked well in this case.