I was feeling bizarre last night. Several issues had been bothering me and the neighbours who are in the process of eviction had been spitefully loud and anti-social right up to midnight. All that noise chipped away at my resistance as I have almost misophonic-like noise sensitivity.
In the status I was wondering about why I had decided to send a letter but that's not what's relevant here. I'd like to give you the excerpt and then get to asking/saying what I want to, if you don't mind. You can just skip the excerpt if you like, it's a bit long:
Huh. I'm noticing an aggressive feeling. Although I would never do such a thing, it feels close to almost murder. I speculate it is an accumulation of reactions towards many rather than one. C-PTSD. I will have to ask on the forums and see if that is normal, to suddenly feel such a way.
I couldn't say I feel angry anymore though; the noises from the neighbours have stopped. I barely remember what it was like with the person as my brain is hyper-wired to force detachment once the pain has dulled. In fact, it seems like I could be floating now.
There is no sense in it. Maybe it is humanity in general which has me like this. Obviously there are several others and the Internet to dislike.
Oh no. I think I might be shutting down. I wasted time today, didn't get what I meant to do done, partly because of this wondering over whether the message will be seen and read.
What am I looking for? In fact, right now I'm not sure who I am, only that my legs and feet are bound to stop the latter from paddling. The scarf around my feet could be too tight; it hurts and burns a little but that sensation is far away.
I spoke of fragments to an alter in a host body on one of the mental health forms and in trying to explain them and how they appear different, I had to give them some names. I said the Psychopath likes to wait until I am detached to step out. It feels like a male. It is still me, Nyx, but I'm genderqueer so that's no matter.
At the beginning of the status I was Nyx and simply confused. Now I am cold, distant, and I'm not sure anything can touch me. The room doesn't seem real but the Psychopath likes it that way. Its just a fragment, it shouldn't have a name or gender. and it can't make me do anything.
Who did this to me? Was it only the womb? Was it all of them? Does it matter if they meant it or not? The fragment doesn't think it matters. It doesn't suggest fury, it suggests disdain. It doesn't "trust" others, yet that is a curious word.
Nyx hasn't thought about the separations in a while as they are not the same as what is discussed. There is an amount of control and what is said is remembered. They don't happen much or didn't from a few months ago stretching back a few years.
The Scared Child is often a visiting fragment. She isn't real, she's just an earlier Nyx. Different name. The old name. That name keeps appearing in the head recently.
This is nothing like psychosis - not that I know of. And now it's fading back. Falling in on itself, or rather, into me. There's another body sensation like being part of a breeze. I'm not sure what I am writing but I know I want to post it. I always want to post, it gets it out from inside and hiding it in a journal gives no warnings and every journal I ever had was read anyway.
I think I should simply pose some questions instead of trying to discuss mixed feelings:
To clarify, the "old name" is my birth name which I legally changed. Abusive "mother" ("the womb"), starter of C-PTSD. As well as that, the legs and feet were bound to stop what actually appears to be a painfully fast and hard to control stim instead of Restless Legs Syndrome.
Anybody who doesn't know: in a person with Dissociative Identity Disorder and I think some others, the host is the original body and personality while the alters are the other personalities which have appeared over time. They are, I suppose, grown up fragments which can take control. A host normally does not remember that period of time. They can be quite various in age, gender, temperament, activity, etc. and I personally feel that connecting with the healthy alters and either reaching consensus with others or casting them out with the help of a psychotherapist is key. In a way, I don't think all alters are inherently unhealthy, only a problem when the host feels they are. Some people don't want them at all, some feel they are family. My offline friend actually has a few and they are not overt as well as being friendly. She said she can't imagine how lonely it must be not to have such friends.
Moved off my point slightly. I'd like to discuss the questions more than that last paragraph, please.
In the status I was wondering about why I had decided to send a letter but that's not what's relevant here. I'd like to give you the excerpt and then get to asking/saying what I want to, if you don't mind. You can just skip the excerpt if you like, it's a bit long:
Huh. I'm noticing an aggressive feeling. Although I would never do such a thing, it feels close to almost murder. I speculate it is an accumulation of reactions towards many rather than one. C-PTSD. I will have to ask on the forums and see if that is normal, to suddenly feel such a way.
I couldn't say I feel angry anymore though; the noises from the neighbours have stopped. I barely remember what it was like with the person as my brain is hyper-wired to force detachment once the pain has dulled. In fact, it seems like I could be floating now.
There is no sense in it. Maybe it is humanity in general which has me like this. Obviously there are several others and the Internet to dislike.
Oh no. I think I might be shutting down. I wasted time today, didn't get what I meant to do done, partly because of this wondering over whether the message will be seen and read.
What am I looking for? In fact, right now I'm not sure who I am, only that my legs and feet are bound to stop the latter from paddling. The scarf around my feet could be too tight; it hurts and burns a little but that sensation is far away.
I spoke of fragments to an alter in a host body on one of the mental health forms and in trying to explain them and how they appear different, I had to give them some names. I said the Psychopath likes to wait until I am detached to step out. It feels like a male. It is still me, Nyx, but I'm genderqueer so that's no matter.
At the beginning of the status I was Nyx and simply confused. Now I am cold, distant, and I'm not sure anything can touch me. The room doesn't seem real but the Psychopath likes it that way. Its just a fragment, it shouldn't have a name or gender. and it can't make me do anything.
Who did this to me? Was it only the womb? Was it all of them? Does it matter if they meant it or not? The fragment doesn't think it matters. It doesn't suggest fury, it suggests disdain. It doesn't "trust" others, yet that is a curious word.
Nyx hasn't thought about the separations in a while as they are not the same as what is discussed. There is an amount of control and what is said is remembered. They don't happen much or didn't from a few months ago stretching back a few years.
The Scared Child is often a visiting fragment. She isn't real, she's just an earlier Nyx. Different name. The old name. That name keeps appearing in the head recently.
This is nothing like psychosis - not that I know of. And now it's fading back. Falling in on itself, or rather, into me. There's another body sensation like being part of a breeze. I'm not sure what I am writing but I know I want to post it. I always want to post, it gets it out from inside and hiding it in a journal gives no warnings and every journal I ever had was read anyway.
I think I should simply pose some questions instead of trying to discuss mixed feelings:
- How normal is it to fragment with C-PTSD?
- If you read what I shared, is this something that needs to come up immediately with the psychologist if it feels I can control?
- In your opinion, how much and in what ways do these differ from alters?
- Do you experience this and would you share that with me?
- Is the Psychopath one to worry about? All it has done is think, type, talk. I am still me.
- Should all fragments be destroyed or reabsorbed or absorbed? I like the Child ones. Although they get worried, it takes the pressure off me most of the time.
- Is it psychosis?
To clarify, the "old name" is my birth name which I legally changed. Abusive "mother" ("the womb"), starter of C-PTSD. As well as that, the legs and feet were bound to stop what actually appears to be a painfully fast and hard to control stim instead of Restless Legs Syndrome.
Anybody who doesn't know: in a person with Dissociative Identity Disorder and I think some others, the host is the original body and personality while the alters are the other personalities which have appeared over time. They are, I suppose, grown up fragments which can take control. A host normally does not remember that period of time. They can be quite various in age, gender, temperament, activity, etc. and I personally feel that connecting with the healthy alters and either reaching consensus with others or casting them out with the help of a psychotherapist is key. In a way, I don't think all alters are inherently unhealthy, only a problem when the host feels they are. Some people don't want them at all, some feel they are family. My offline friend actually has a few and they are not overt as well as being friendly. She said she can't imagine how lonely it must be not to have such friends.
Moved off my point slightly. I'd like to discuss the questions more than that last paragraph, please.