Any DID/OSSD systems wanna chat on discord? We are a system of 10. We like writing, making music, reading, painting, comics/manga/anime/cartoons , outer space research, age regress, and just wanna make some friends to chat with on discord !
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Any DID/OSSD systems wanna chat on discord? We are a system of 10. We like writing, making music, reading, painting, comics/manga/anime/cartoons , outer space research, age regress, and just wanna make some friends to chat with on discord !
Hello we are the moon system! A traumagentic system of 10 or so alters of varying ages,genders, and experiences that all live in the same body. We are artists, musicians, creators of comics, we love memes,fashion, cartoons and anime, nature and witchcraft, weed and psychedelics, and are just trying to figure out life on this weird hell rock together. Body age is 23 and we are queer and nonbinary. We are looking for friends in the dissociative community to talk about our experiences. Also always looking for anyone to talk to about art/music/comic projects, witchcraft, psychedelic and marijuana experiences, and cartoon stuff! Feel free to shoot us a message ! Also looking for discord’s to join or friends to add on discord!
System Accountability
I am told
to take responsibility
for the storm.
As if I am the sky.
As if every lightning strike
asked my permission
before it split the night open.
They say
system accountability
like it’s a simple sentence.
Like it’s a switch I forgot to flip.
Like I am a single voice
in a quiet room
instead of a house
where doors slam
and footsteps echo
down hallways
I cannot always reach.
For two weeks
my body belonged
to someone else.
Or maybe
to several someone elses.
I watched from the back row
of my own life
like a ghost
trapped in the theater
while another actor
forgot the script.
And now the lights are on.
And everyone is asking
why the play went wrong.
Tell me
How do I apologize
for a scene
I didn’t write?
How do I explain
that I was there
but not steering
the wheel?
“System accountability,”
they repeat.
So I gather the fragments
left on the floor.
I say:
This happened.
Even if I wasn’t the one
holding the knife
or the microphone
or the goodbye.
I say:
We are trying.
Trying to build bridges
between rooms
that lock themselves
from the inside.
Trying to speak
through a mouth
that doesn’t always feel like it belongs
to the same person.
Trying to keep
a body upright
when the soul inside it
is plural.
This is my accountability:
Not control.
Not perfection.
Just the courage
to stand in the aftermath
of a storm
and say
Yes.
This is our sky.
And we are still learning
how to live beneath it.
"Diary of a Dissociative System: Part 1"
July 31, 2022, 8:00 pm
Jordan with Ava co-con
Hello. My name is Jordan. As such, that is the title most folks have properly known me by. Those whom are extremely within reach of me, well, they know me--us--by many titles... Ava is one of them. One of us.
This probably seems quite perplexing and a wee bit bonkers to many of you. But that's okay. I would like to explain.
We have a psychological disorder known as dissociative identity disorder, which affects our entire life experience. We are, collectively, a system, a community, a family, all in one body and one brain. We have accumulated a collective of 20+ members, meaning there are more than twenty different people functioning in our one brain.