Imposter's meltdown was my favorite. They just keep getting the short end of the stick like Moon.
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Imposter's meltdown was my favorite. They just keep getting the short end of the stick like Moon.
The Imposter <-
broken heart mosaic - chapter 2
It’s possible to say that since their conversation, she’s spent hours at the library speed reading through medical journals and diagnostic manuals trying to make sense of what Lena told her. It made it easier at first— having a point of reference so Kara could find the vocabulary to explain the spots in their past that stood out to her.
Things she used to find confusing, like the way that sometimes Lena would space out mid-conversation only to return a few seconds later and smile, confused, before picking up as if nothing had happened at all. How on occasion she’d refer to herself as we or the way her voice would change when she got tired.
It was putting pieces of a puzzle together; finding satisfaction in how well the fragments fit together until Kara came up for air and looked away from the piles upon piles of texts and articles only to have the truth come steamrolling over her.
Blinking off the shivers sent down her spine, Kara had looked around the room; felt the air in the library grow thin and dry as she took in the empty space, listening to nothing but the sound of her heel clicking repeatedly against the wooden floor. Within a second, the words she’d read went from miles of passages and quotes and interesting tidbits to something much more real than that.
The realization that the safety net of hyper fixation is only so thick.
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lilah is a secret swiftie
Writing fic about DID/OSDD is tricky
Since dissociation is a constant in my everyday life, and it’s a very isolating experience, I’ve been trying to deal with it (among other methods) by writing fanfic. I suppose having characters I actually like -- rather than myself -- experience this shit helps me cultivate more acceptance for my own struggle, in a weird way.
It’s been challenging, though. I keep “going away” while writing, and waking up (metaphorically and sometimes literally, we apparently decide to physically go to sleep at times) hours later, with a sentence or two of gibberish typed where I was planning on a chapter. Kind of frustrating.
I’ve been thinking about writing a fic that not only deals with general dissociation but has the protagonist experience shifts and have "others”, the way I do for so many years. But I admit I’m scared. It’s so damn hard to write this experience in a way that people who are not dissociative can relate to. And on the other hand, and fellow dissociatives will know this -- the dissociative spectrum is very diverse, and it’s easy to anger someone else whose experience is different than yours and feels misrepresented. DID in particular is often exploited and vilified in popular culture, so it’s a touchy subject for many of us, and we can get defensive. The current state of affairs pisses me off to no end, so I’d hate to make someone else feel that way.
On the other hand... it’s near impossible for me to read DID/OSDD fics whose authors admittedly don’t live with the disorders, and quite clearly derive their knowledge from Wiki or (worse) the “split personality” movie du jour. It’s not that I think you can only ever write about what you’ve experienced, and I do appreciate it when a writer is humble enough to admit right off the bat that they don’t know what they’re talking about, which many do; that’s fine. But it’s easy to miss the mark when writing about this, and we do need better representation. That kind of makes me want to write, not because I’m convinced I’d do a good job, but just to add to the body of work out there that is written from an inside perspective.I might try, but damn, this is some explosive shit.p.s. I’m ancient and have no clue how to reply on tumblr, so my apologies in advance if anyone responds to this.