Wouldn't you say that you might have been oversexualised and thus was a target to child rapists rather than looking for sex at age 3?
So who do you think you are or know you are beneath all the trauma?
When I was 3 I was out asking the neighborhood 5 year olds if I could give them blowjobs. It isn't just that I was a target for child rapists although that happened too. When I was 5 I gave out blowjobs behind the bookcase in class in kindergarten.
I want to just say that I am Krissy Gibbs! That is who I am. I didn't get that name until after I got married. I like this name more than the name I shared with my family. (I'm not worried about anonymity. I use the same username everywhere on the net tied to my name.)
I can list off some of the things I do, but that isn't the same as knowing who I am. I can tell you my roles and relationship labels. I don't know if that is the same.
Up thread you mentioned therapists creating DID. I had a therapist who tried really hard to talk me into having DID because she was writing a book about it and she believes there is no way I don't have it given how I move between communities. I think I don't have it because I am completely out in every community about the range of wackiness in my life.
Who am I? I am Leather. I am a home schooling parent. I am an artist and a writer. I love to garden. I love to dance and I used to know a wide variety of styles down cold (waltz, (including four variations on the basic waltz) , polka, swing( east and west), English country dancing, Irish traditional dancing, a little Latin dancing but I'm not as good at that... I am a teacher.
It is kind of funny how "teacher" may be one of the largest parts of my identity. I am fairly obnoxiously didactic all the forking time.
I say that my culture of origin is poor white trash but I married a software engineer so I'm not poor anymore. I have been fairly active with the Occupy movement here in Oakland. I paid for the busses that shut down the port ofOakland during the General Strike so you might say I'm politically motivated. (I also paid to replace the windows the black bloc broke when the owners of the business couldn't.) Despite those things I'm generally excessively and obsessively frugal. I wash all of my plastic bags and reuse them until they disintegrate.
I'm a dirty hippy. I'm an auto-didact. I believe in Pay It Forward with all my soul. My religion can be summarized as: It Takes All Kinds. I'm queer. I can find something to love in anyone no matter if everyone else has decided that person is worthless.
Do I know who I am? I'm not sure.
Most days I wander around hearing whispers in my head that nothing I ever do will make up for being a worthless whore. I cry all the forking time because I hate myself so much.