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We have DID/OSDD

Okay, so we all just agreed to be more open about this... So, meet the alters!First off, I am the host, Dylan! I am 16, male, and bisexual! Then, there's William, the protector. He is 27, nonbinary, and gay. Marc, trauma holder/ protector, 23, male, bisexual. Cypher, little, 10, male, to young to really know. Peggy, persecuter/ care-giver, 43 , female, lesbian. Lisa, trauma holder, 16, female, asexual. Harold, persecuter/ protector, 25, male(?), he won't say, however, he does like guys. Bubba, caregiver [literally the sweetest], 27, male, omni!

#alters #dissociative identity disorder

WE’RE BACK FINALLY!!!

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billciipher

Click on it twice. These are your two super powers.

joyceanfartboner-deactivated202

everyone else always seems to fucking get cool shit and i always get like “gel manipulation” and “using dust along w/ your fighting style”

vrumblr

Vampire immunity and pain embodiment.

witchcraft-in-wonderland

Acrobatics and super strength

So what am I the next Parr?

thetrombonewhisperer

Acid Poison attacks, and…genetic tracking?

pricklyfish777-deactivated20230

Flux manipulation and anti-psychic presence

spooky-scary-virgil

mass consciousnesses and electronic communication :0

the-demonsjim-demons

Electric Spike ProjectionIncisive Limbs

nonbinary-adhd

What Is Stimming?

Stimming is self-stimulatory behavior. Stimming is usually a repetitive sensory action and it's used to help level out the amount of sensory input you're getting, whether it's too much or too little input!

What Counts As Stimming?

There's so many ways to stim that it's impossible to list them all, but the most basic criteria is that it's a repetition of a sensory activity.

I don't have ADHD and I'm not autistic. Am I allowed to use this term?

Everyone stims! Stimming is not exclusive to just ADHD and autism, and even neurotypical people stim whether they realize it or not! I personally think that it's perfectly okay to use the word "stim" for your experiences regardless of if you're autistic/have ADHD or not.

What Are Some Examples Of Stimming?

Tactile (Touching things)

Running hands over a blanket, petting an animal, tracing your fingers along the seams of something, squishing something, picking at things, touching cold/warm things, patting something, pressing buttons, flipping switches.

Auditory (Listening to things)

Listening to the same song over and over, listening to ASMR/things popular in ASMR (like clay cracking, soap crunching, fingernail tapping, etc), listening to a rhythm, listening to a favorite voice, shaking an object around for the noise.

Verbal (Making noises with your mouth)

Singing, repeating words/phrases, speaking in accents repetitively, whistling, beatboxing, mimicking animals/sounds, toungue clicking, making random noises like beeps or pops.

Visual (Watching/Staring at things)

Watching paint mixing videos, watching repetitive color/shape patterns, staring at ceiling fans, blinking repetitively, watching things spin, watching bubbles/water, watching people mix glitter, watching lights.

Smell (Smelling things)

Smelling a candle, smelling a favorite item (like a blanket or toy), smelling pets, etc. Pretty much smelling anything repeatedly!

Taste/Oral (Tasting/Chewing things)

Chewing on things, eating specific foods for the texture, eating specific foods for the flavor, eating spicy/minty foods for the sensory effects, licking certain objects.

Body Stims (Moving body parts)

Hand flapping, cracking knuckles, rocking, leg swinging, pacing, tapping fingers, doing little stomps, general fidgeting, jumping/bouncing, moving certain body parts in specific ways, shifting around in your seat.

This does not encompass every single stim! These are just some examples to help provide a better idea of what they are, and there's still tons and tons of unique ways to stim that weren't listed here, like how I tap my fingertips together, or how I clear my throat repetitively!

💕

covidlongbrawler

nest-deactivated20181209

i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because they’re the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought “i’ll check if they’re also crooked in my other mouth” and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths

lostalive

A few months ago, I thought to myself “Mmm I’m so tired… how much longer in this one again?” and I knew instinctively what I meant by ‘this one’ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.

johannesviii

In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice “the Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyes” and I don’t know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.

antique-scarecrow

i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved

siwrenn

One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something

squided

When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said “I died once” and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because “I got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the end” (my exact words) and I met god and she (she’s a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you

kortzite

conk-creet

this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot

one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself “i haven’t checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(“ and i didn’t think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a “what the fuck” moment

actualcandyforducks

I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:

-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that ‘this time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properly’ and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives I’d known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like I’d woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.

- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and they’re talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like “that looks like it aughta hurt”. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply “only at first”. And he’s like “what do you mean” and tiny me just shrugged and said “well there’s a place beyond the hurt where everything just stops” and he turned the telly off and left the room.

- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt I’d been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that ‘my next breath would come as a rebirth’. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.

- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said “I have a friend in there”. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didn’t realise what I’d said. She still tells me I’m the reason she can’t walk past that graveyard anymore.

- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.

- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey don’t do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered “ha, not this time” and didn’t really think about it until later when I realised I’d nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).

- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I can’t really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, “And how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?” And I replied, almost verbatim “I weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.” He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said “till next time then” and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.

So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.

elidyce

When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking.

My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We don’t need to be in the same room for this.

We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldn’t reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard.

krystal-prisms

Shit dude yall are cursed

the-fox-jawed-cryptid

I love this thread

the-half-elf-disaster

I’ve had several experiences like this and if you ask my family, it’s because we were cursed by a witch several generations back. But! Highlights include:

My great grandmother died when I was very young (like four years old). I told my parents that she had come to say goodbye to me before leaving. I knew she was dead before they did.

Sharing dreams was mentioned and while I’ve never had the same dream at the same time as someone else, I have regularly had dreams about a woman named Faith. For years, I didn’t tell anyone about her bc tbh she kind of creeps me out and is soothing in equal parts. Come to find out, my dad also has dreams with Faith in them and his dreams involving her deal a lot with death, like mine do.

Every house I’ve lived in since I was a child has been haunted, but they haven’t all started out that way. My grandmother thinks it is the family that is haunted, not the places. (There’s that family curse coming back in to play.)

I’ve had a reoccurring nightmare since childhood involving running through a city with cobblestone streets as a child along with several others. By the end of the nightmare, me and all the children have died. The first time I had this nightmare, I woke up crying and saying that everyone had died again and I still couldn’t stop it.

When I was little, I had an imaginary friend I called “Woo Woo”. He was very tall, had no hair, and typically dressed in red. I never thought anything about this after getting older until I was babysitting my little cousin (who was five or six at them time) and she told me that Woo Woo had told her to tell me he said hello and was sorry he couldn’t visit like he used to. I had never told her about Woo Woo.

echobyrnes

I’m reblogging this to read later because holy shit

midnight-spectrum-again

Oh my god

in-vyn-cible

I was in either preschool or kindergarten when my uncle passed. It was his birthday and we had all gone out to dinner. That night I had a dream my uncle and I were in this colorful swirly space and I can’t remember what we were talking about but my mom woke me up to tell me my uncle had passed

phynali

I always believe stories like this because I’ve witnessed and experienced the same.

One time my mother woke up upset and perturbed and told me she had a dream about her best friend (who she hadn’t spoke to in a while because she lived in another city), sitting and crying on the shoulder of a brunette woman, in a mall food court. So I watched my mom phone her and find out that her friend had done exactly that the evening before, and she was upset because she’d found out her husband cheated on her and she was getting a divorce. She was shocked my mom knew she was in a food court and unnerved she could describe a woman she’d never met (the brunette).

About 5 years later we in moved nearer to that city and stopped in a mall (of which there were well over a dozen) and my stopped and looked around and said “oh. this is the food court from that dream.”

the-demonsjim-demons

We had an "imaginary friend" named Elizabeth, who protected us from a terrifying guy who wore a suit. She was only around when he was. She also told us that she could never age. Going more in detail on the man with Dylan's memories, he scared us so bad we wouldn't even go through the house. We would scream and cry and beg to not go. Elizabeth told us once that he was here to "take us back and hurt us." (mind you we were 5/6.)

One night recently we woke up crying and unnerved, as if someone was watching us and said, " not again; not again." - Dylan and Lisa

hashtagloveloses

this is the only ship that matters

hashtagloveloses

THEY MADE THIS INTO A BOOK CALLED “SANTA’S HUSBAND”

hashtagloveloses

MERRY CHRISTMAS I AM HAPPY TO REPORT THAT FOR THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY THEY WROTE A PREQUEL COMIC ABOUT HOW THEY MET!!!!!!!!!!!

shivermewhiskerz

THIS IS,, THE CUTEST THING?? LIKE EVER?? UA!!

lemonsharks

My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:

Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.

sighinastorm

I like this so much better than the idea that our ancestors would be embarrassed or ashamed of us for being “soft” or some crap like that.

ambrosiadreamer

Actor!Mark throughout the years

the-nordic-system

Reblog if you believe alters are people and not just “alternate personalities”

witchofeindor

So I found this cool website for learning ancient languages

go wild

hot-firebender-archive

holy fuck

twilight-blossom

I just did a quick perusal of the Coptic resources on this site, and it has all the resources I’ve personally found worthwhile and then some. These are resources that took me months, if not years, to discover and compile. I am thoroughly impressed. The other languages featured on the site are:

Akkadian

Arabic

Aramaic

Church Slavonic

Egyptian (hieroglyphics and Demotic)

Elamite

Ethiopic (Ge’ez)

Etruscan

Gaulish

Georgian

Gothic

Greek

Hebrew

Hittite

Latin

Mayan (various related languages/dialects)

Old Chinese

Old English

Old French

Old Frisian

Old High German

Old Irish

Old Norse

Old Persian

Old Turkic

Sanskrit

Sumerian

Syriac

Ugaritic

For the love of all the gods, if you ever wanted to learn any of these languages, use this site.

nyxserpent

@deadcatwithaflamethrower

deadcatwithaflamethrower

I. Love. This. Site. *reblogs for 2nd or 3rd time*

elbeeaz

noquitter-deactivated20231102

this won’t get 1% of the women’s version of this post.

the world we live in, and people in general don’t care about men. we are pretty much robots who aren’t allowed to show emotion. we’re taught from a young age that boys don’t cry.

fact is women are sexualised, men are idealised. because men can’t be raped because they’re big and strong right? right? yea, pretty much the idiots view of living.

asterixa1313-deactivated2018111

Always reblog

testicleexplosiongirl

Sks support this idea or unfollow me i dont give 3 shits if i loose yall as followers, fuck off if you dont support this

flamencodiva-deactivated2020081

you can unfollow me if you think that Men don’t have stigmas against them or get sexualized or are told they have to live up to a standard.

jensengirl83

Women are not the only ones who can be victims of sexual assault!

jawritter-deactivated20250327

Always ALWAYS reblog! This is really close to home for me as most of my followers well know!! Men can be victims just as well as women, and the illusion that ‘Its different for a man because he can defend himself’ is complete and utter bullshit.

parchmentandpencils

Istg if anyone ever tells me men can’t be a victim of sexual assualt I will literally block them. Stop stereotyping men.

ultimatebottom69

WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT-

me-a-weirdo

This is so fucking sad and disgusting.

Crimes are not gendered.

Rape is not gendered.

Feeling negative feelings is not gendered.

Wanting to be heard and helped is not gendered.

Being a human being is not gendered!

Stop bein disgusting and ignorant people and help those who need it!

vaststudies

“Women are sexualized, men are idealized” THIS AND THIS!

adorkably-deactivated20220129

Rape is rape, regardless of the gender. Without consent, it doesn’t matter what the victim’s gender is — it’s rape and fuck your stigmas if you think otherwise. If you disagree, get the fuck off my blog

me----irl

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

reveriesystem-backup

It’s mental health awareness month! How to support someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

If they disclose to you that they have DID:

DO:

• Accept them. Tell them that you still respect and care for them.

• Tell them that you are there if they need your help.

• Tell them to let you know if there are any triggers that are important for you to know. If they choose to tell you any, be patient and understanding. Listen attentively.

Helpful things to say or ask:

• “Is there anything you need me to do to make sure you feel safe in our relationship?

• “If you want to tell me more about it, I am here to listen.”

• “If there are any triggers you think I should be aware of, please let me know.”

• “I’m here if you need help with anything.”

• “I still love you and you are still my friend/family/partner.”

DON’T:

• Ask if they are dangerous or if they are going to harm you.

• Ask them what their trauma is.

• Call them crazy.

• Suggest that their mental illness is caused by supernatural or pseudoscientific means. (AKA, NEVER suggest that someone is possessed or haunted.)

• Bombard them with questions.

• Demand proof.

• Force then to switch as evidence.

• React in an unkind or rude way.

• Minimize or invalidate them.

• Tell them DID isn’t real.

• Deny their existence or refuse to call their alters by their names.

• Demand any answers from them.

Unhelpful things to say or ask:

• “I’ve known you for [span of time]. I would have noticed if you had it.”

• “It’s fine as long as you aren’t going to murder me.”

• “What’s your trauma? Did [traumatic event] happen to you?”

• “Isn’t that really rare? How could you have it?”

• “You had an easy childhood so there’s no way.”

• “You don’t know what ‘hard’ is.” “You were lucky to have the childhood you had.”

• “I just don’t get why you’re doing this to me.”

• “Can you imagine how hard this is for me?”

• “Tell me your triggers.”

If they’re switching or dissociating:

DO:

• Be patient with them.

• Tell them that it’s okay, and to take their time.

• Politely ask who’s fronting.

• Reintroduce yourself, as if a new person just walked into the room.

• Fill them in if they are unaware of what is going on.

DON’T:

• Snap or clap in their face.

• Express that you only want to interact with the previously fronting alter.

• Raise your voice, or try to force them to “snap out of” their dissociation.

• Ask if they are going to harm you, or if they are “evil”.

• Tell them “they should know what’s happening”, or refuse to fill them in on what is happening.

• Accuse or blame them for not being a good friend, not listening, or dissociating.

DID is a highly stigmatized disorder. People fear disclosing this disorder to their loved ones, because their safety could be compromised. They trusted you enough to tell you. It is your job to create a space of love, acceptance, and respect for them.

🖤 Delphine