#system pride

[doodle-mations]

This is your reminder to live proudly as plural, regardless of your origin, out of pure spite.

[wispforever]

happy pride, everybody. ask me about my queer system. endo safe!

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[you-can-be-plural]

Our identities are not ableist and our existences are not to be silenced by whining as such. By claiming created and other endogenic members are harming DID/disordered systems, they are harming ANY DISORDERED SYSTEM with a non-normative structure, endogenic members, and/or created members.

and if anyone wants to claim otherwise....

WE ARE A MEDICALLY RECOGNIZED DID SYSTEM WITH TRAUMAGENIC AND ENDOGENIC MEMBERS. SYSTEM EXCLUSIONISTS HARM DISORDERED SYSTEMS TOO.

WE DESERVE TO EXIST. WE DESERVE TO LIVE!!!

WE ARE PROUD!!! WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED.

[battle-for-dyke-island]

being a polyfragmented system is basically just being someone’s fucked up tomodachi life save. except you can have as many “miis” (members) as you want . and you can be gay

[pluraljoys]

hello!! welcome to the blog!!

We’ve seen many blogs dedicated to plurality, but not many celebrating it. so… here we are! submit anything positive relating to plurality!!

syscourse will not be tolerated. any asks containing it will be deleted. additionally, anyone can submit things, no mater their syscourse stance. (this is why anon is on!)

ran by @battle-for-dyke-island

inspired by: @mundane-plurality-is @plurality-pet-peeves @this-is-pluralphobia @mildly-inconvenient-plur-is

[the-orange-solace]

When I was a child, I watched an episode of Criminal Minds where a man had a split personality. A woman who killed other women who threatened the man she formed to protect. I remember her sitting in the dark on a couch, a cigarette in hand beside a lamp, as she spoke to an Agent about why she had to kill them, that it was to protect him. It was her entire purpose for existing.

As a child, I used to pace empty halls in the middle of the night and lay in bed, repeating in my mind that I would be the only being in my body. I will not break into multiple people. I will be in control. I have to be because, at the time, I believed I could break into those monstrous plurals you see on TV. The ones that killed their family after years of neglect, abuse, and wrongdoing. The ones you should be afraid of ever becoming, no matter who you are or your situation.

So I became terrified.

And yet, nearly every night, I'd look up at the sky or the ceiling and beg for something to change—to not be alone. I was stuck pretending I was a different character, a type of escapism that sometimes got out of hand, lost in an identity that wasn't my own. Looking up and imagining being taken away, every character I adored was by my side, caring for me in return. I had to keep going, be them, and exist in a world with them.

I'd made up stories, different realities, and places in my mind to escape to, as well as explanations for things my underdeveloped brain couldn't comprehend in the place I found myself within. I clung to concepts, characters, and situations that reflected my own, and soon, I no longer felt alone—not with all the escapism I conjured up, not with the different identities to help me face what was happening.

But I was in control. I was one being. No matter what. I had to be a single being because that was good. I had to be good.

I would never hurt anyone, and being many meant being bad. I couldn't be bad.

When I was a teenager, I started researching and getting involved in minority and disabled spaces. I loved being informed, the stories, the many perspectives, and the complexity of humanity. So it was no surprise when I shared a plural headcanon with a friend, and they felt safe coming out to me. They were many. They took my hand and guided me through a community I was fascinated with and wanted to aid and represent like so many others.

I spent years learning, staying silent as others spoke, just listening to everything I could. But then, one day, like so many others, I spoke through a different facet, a different identity I had created as a child. The many faces of me represented things I could not be, I could not hold, nor could I handle. I was struggling; some of me wanted to lash out. So she did. She lashed out.

As always, I was faced with kindness, listening ears, and aid that then pushed me more to the surface from drowning. But I never left; just another part of me was lost, right? Of course. People are complex. I deal with my emotions in a complex way. Of course.

My plurally disabled friend watched as I became more comfortable speaking through the identities I had, whether they were facets of myself or characters that helped me. Soon enough, the continuous "role-play" and "emotional processing" developed into normal conversation, a comfort, a relief.

They kindly approached me and asked if I was a system, too. They had never met anyone who spoke to themselves like I do, definitely not any singlets. None of our other friends did, in person or not, not even people in our families. It was just us.

The fear from my childhood arose. I couldn't be multiple; I couldn't be more than one. It was bad. But hadn't I learned about Plurality? All its ups and downs? Its complexities and nuances? I accepted it wholeheartedly; I learned and evolved from the demonized perception I was given as a child. So, why was it still bad?

Because I must be lying; I must be a fake, a poser. It was the only reason, wasn't it? I had seen so many conversations and arguments about fakes, those who wished to be special. Had I somehow become the harm they spoke of? How could I do this to a community I swore to listen to and fight for?

I obsessed over it, forcing the panic, dissociation, habit, and ease of speaking in multiple identities and beings of myself away. I buried it as deep as I could for the betterment of everyone else. The community didn't deserve such harm, and I wouldn't bring it to their doorstep if I claimed it to be something I'm not.

The loathing became so present it formed into tics that caused aches and disruptions in my life. Multiple stressors--along with an identity crisis--will do that to someone. So my shoulder and neck muscles ached from shrugging, flexing, and all the repetitive movements I couldn't stop without crying from the suppression. So I didn't. I let it disrupt and hurt.

Then, one day, someone, some random, unknown system to me out in the world, spoke about how it didn't matter what was real or not; it didn't hurt anyone. Plurality and the belief of it didn't hurt anyone. It hurt no one to discover themselves, to test the waters, to simply pry into yourself and learn. There was no shame in figuring yourself, or yourselves, out. There was no right or wrong, nothing to be ashamed of or fearful of. Just another part of living.

So I did. I poked and prodded. I gave my parts names, spoke to them in the middle of the night, asked questions, got to know them, and learned we couldn't talk through words at first but could emotions and sensations. I realized I couldn't find where my Plurality started or where it ended, that we—oh god, we—the idea was so surreal but...comforting—were so combined, living without specific individuality outside of me that there was no separation in sight. Not that I could figure out. For so long, I believed everything was just me. Only me.

But now it was someone else, too. These things that made no sense, these things that felt out of place or special, unique, and ever-changing could be someone else.

Someone else.

The more I reflected, learned, applied, and prodded, the more things made sense. Until one day, I looked at my friends, held my breath, and spoke. Stated that it like it was a sin for me of all people to say.

I was plural.

No one blinked an eye. No one questioned it outside of boundaries and clarification. It wasn't surprising that their childhood friend was many. How surprising could it be when they used so many different names for different parts of themselves to express hard things?

It was astonishing.

And here we are, years and years later, grown and still learning, living, fighting, but more in touch with ourselves than ever before with so many more sys friends and aquatints. More experiences, a better understanding.

It's not shameful to learn, apply, and reflect. You take nothing from anyone but your time and open-minded exploration of the world and yourself(ves). There is no evil in being human, living life, phase or not. There is nothing wrong with you, any of you, for existing or living. You just are. I embrace you, I embrace us, and I embrace everything that comes with a life of many.

So, if you're struggling, just know you're not alone outside the body. We know, and so do many others. It's going to be okay; you'll find yourself in time. Don't rush it. There will always be time.

[multiplicity-positivity]

Here’s some positivity for introjects whose source is no longer popular!

Sometimes celebrities and media can come in and out of style. Not always is an introject’s source going to be popular, and that’s okay! If you’re an introject whose source used to be popular or have a big following, please know that you’re still special and important just the way you are. This post goes out to y’all!

🌸 Shoutout to introjects whose source was something that went viral or was intensely popular for a brief period of time!

🌹 Shoutout to introjects whose source was popular many years or decades ago!

🌼 Shoutout to introjects who wish their source was as popular as it/they used to be!

🌷 Shoutout to introjects who are trying to create content for or revive their source’s fandom!

🪻 Shoutout to introjects who are relieved that their source is not as popular as it/they used to be!

🌺 Shoutout to introjects whose source comes and goes in fame or popularity!

🌻 Shoutout to introjects whose source is not popular anymore due to being cancelled or called out for harmful/bigoted behavior!

🥀 Shoutout to systems who have been fakeclaimed in the past due to having an introject with a previously popular source!

💐 Shoutout to introjects whose systems do not engage with their source as much due to it not being as popular as it used to be!

Regardless of how you feel about your source’s lack of popularity, please know that your worth and value as an introject and as a member of your system has nothing to do with how many people are interested in your source! You still matter, and your life has worth just the way it is. We hope that you can take care of yourselves and have a wonderful day today!

[onemashedbraincell]

since apparently it’s Valentine’s Day, system appreciation post!

You’re valid if you’re endogenic

2. You’re valid if you’re traumagenic.

3. You’re valid if you’re mixed origins. 4. You’re valid if you don’t know or care about your system origins. 5. You’re valid if you are a median. 6. You’re valid if you are polyfragmented. 7. You’re valid if you’re mostly blurry. 8. You’re valid if your parts are clear and distinct. 9. You’re valid if you don’t experience co-consciousness. 10. You’re valid if you experience co-consciousness. 11. You’re valid if you experience co-fronting. 12. You’re valid if you don’t experience co-fronting. 13. You’re valid if you hate being a system. 14. You’re valid if you love being a system. 15. You’re valid if you don’t know how to feel about being a system. 16. You’re valid if your trauma doesn’t fit the ‘typical norm’ or expected experience. 17. You’re valid if you have factives/fictives/fucktives/songtives, etc 18. You’re valid if you have hundreds of thousands of headmates. 19. You’re valid if you only have a few headmates. 20. You’re valid if you are looking for final fusion. 21. You’re valid if you are looking for functional multiplicity. 22. You’re valid if you’re a tulpa. 23. You’re valid if you’re an introject who doesn’t want to be like their source. 24. You’re valid if you’re an Introject who does want to be like their source. 25. You’re valid if your system isn’t very active. 26. You’re valid if your system is extremely active. 27. You’re valid if you have a core. 28. You’re valid if you don’t have a core. 29. You’re valid if you have a host. 30. You’re valid if you’re hostless. 31. You’re valid if you have a headspace. 32. You’re valid if you don’t have a headspace. 33. You’re valid if you have a relationship with another headmate. 34. You’re valid if you’re a bodily minor OR adult system. 35. You’re valid if you don’t like some/all of your headmates. 36. You’re valid if you love all your headmates. 37. You’re valid if you’re a disordered system. 38. You’re valid if you’re a non-disordered system. 39. You’re valid if you’re introject heavy. 40. You’re valid if you’re brain-made heavy. 41. You’re valid if you’re non-human heavy. 42. You’re valid if you’re covert. 43. You’re valid if you’re overt. 45. You’re valid if you’re an age regressor. 46. You’re valid if you’re a pet regressor. 47. You’re valid if you don’t identify with the body. 48. You’re valid if you do identify with the body. 49. You’re valid for feeling angry about those who hurt you. 50. You’re valid if you have a lot of control over your system. 51. You’re valid if you experience little to no control over your system. 52. You’re valid if your system structure is complex. 54. You’re valid if your system structure is simple. 55. You’re valid if you’re mono conscious. 56. You’re valid if you’re biconscious or triconscious. 57. You’re valid no matter your conscious term. 58. You’re valid if you want labels about your experiences. 59. You’re valid if you don’t want labels for your experiences. 60. You’re valid for having source trauma. 61. You’re valid for not having source trauma. 62. You’re valid for having alters split due to other alters either negatively or positively. 63. You are valid if you split for no reason, or a reason you can’t identify. 64. You’re valid for being different from the norm. 65. It’s okay to be wrong about your identity. Even if you aren’t plural, it’s what fit you at the time. Identity shifts. We’re always learning about ourselves. You made a mistake is all, you’re not a monster for making a mistake.

I could go on and on for days, but I think you get the jist.

YOU ARE VALID. NO MATTER YOUR EXPERIENCE. YOUR EXPERIENCES ARE REAL. YOU DONT NEED TO FIT INTO THE CONFINED BOX OF REQUIREMENTS TO BE CONSIDERED PLURAL.

Happy Valentines Days, everyone. <3