Prettybluerose
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Hi guys !
Forgive my broken English, I am French and right now, I'm deploring a lack of my usual skills.
Suffering since childhood, still struggling but happy to finally find out why there's no way I can define or describe myself as far as I can remember. Why so fickle...
I had many traumas and some of them were so violent but still, seems like nothing could never be enough to explain why my whole life is such a mess and why I feel so weak and needy.
I've had many diagnoses but I guess the last one has been the hardest to find out.
It's been difficult but I'm finally admitting I do have DID. I grew up thinking I was the problem when the problem was, in fact, what has been done to me.
For now, I can't say " we ". I feel that if I did so, it would amplify all the symptoms. I don't like to use the word alters, that is less scary for me to say that I have " parts ". I just don't know how many...
All I dream of is not having those amnesias... As a child, I was what you would call gifted so realising that I do forget more than some 80 years old is like soar in my mouth.
My level of dissociation is so high that I could be able to confuse dream with reality. My remembers are made of clouds... My mind is constantly elsewhere... Stuck somewhere...
They say soul is is the body but it feels like mine is anywhere but inside !
And there is this 5 to 7 years old who said she's fronting because she's bored. She only fronts with family, kids or few people she is comfortable with.
Also, there's the cool one. Kind but colder than what I am. Not as much empathy as I do, lucky her when one knows how tiring empathy can be at his most ! She dares to say things and she can get loud if she needs to.
My favourite is the one that is clever, eloquent, and well assured. Always ready to help others. She's respectful of her limits and is well balanced.
There is a part I hate. Or should I say that I used to hate... She has a lack a confidence that makes me hungry. When she talks you can tell she is vulnerable. She often looks down instead of looking people in the eyeball. She's almost sorry to be alive !
And there is the neutral one about who I have nothing to say.
All I want is that nightmare to be done ! I would like to go home... By home, I mean, to a state where I was feeling complete and this must have been before I was born !
I'm looking for some support guys. I will be operated soon and I may have cancer. Analyses will tell...
How can I gather these parts ? I would like to improve before I meet with health workers before the end of holidays.
Can you give me some tips ? If you have any question, just ask. Maybe it will force me to get to know myself better.
Thank you.
Forgive my broken English, I am French and right now, I'm deploring a lack of my usual skills.
Suffering since childhood, still struggling but happy to finally find out why there's no way I can define or describe myself as far as I can remember. Why so fickle...
I had many traumas and some of them were so violent but still, seems like nothing could never be enough to explain why my whole life is such a mess and why I feel so weak and needy.
I've had many diagnoses but I guess the last one has been the hardest to find out.
It's been difficult but I'm finally admitting I do have DID. I grew up thinking I was the problem when the problem was, in fact, what has been done to me.
For now, I can't say " we ". I feel that if I did so, it would amplify all the symptoms. I don't like to use the word alters, that is less scary for me to say that I have " parts ". I just don't know how many...
All I dream of is not having those amnesias... As a child, I was what you would call gifted so realising that I do forget more than some 80 years old is like soar in my mouth.
My level of dissociation is so high that I could be able to confuse dream with reality. My remembers are made of clouds... My mind is constantly elsewhere... Stuck somewhere...
They say soul is is the body but it feels like mine is anywhere but inside !
And there is this 5 to 7 years old who said she's fronting because she's bored. She only fronts with family, kids or few people she is comfortable with.
Also, there's the cool one. Kind but colder than what I am. Not as much empathy as I do, lucky her when one knows how tiring empathy can be at his most ! She dares to say things and she can get loud if she needs to.
My favourite is the one that is clever, eloquent, and well assured. Always ready to help others. She's respectful of her limits and is well balanced.
There is a part I hate. Or should I say that I used to hate... She has a lack a confidence that makes me hungry. When she talks you can tell she is vulnerable. She often looks down instead of looking people in the eyeball. She's almost sorry to be alive !
And there is the neutral one about who I have nothing to say.
All I want is that nightmare to be done ! I would like to go home... By home, I mean, to a state where I was feeling complete and this must have been before I was born !
I'm looking for some support guys. I will be operated soon and I may have cancer. Analyses will tell...
How can I gather these parts ? I would like to improve before I meet with health workers before the end of holidays.
Can you give me some tips ? If you have any question, just ask. Maybe it will force me to get to know myself better.
Thank you.