theshadowoftheliving
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I've seen some of my parts by now, in a literal and in a metaphorical manner. There's a little girl that huddles and cries in the dark (who has a name), a woman who wears a striped shirt whose job it is to comfort the little girl, a part that floats up high and judges me (and I've felt her face before, laid over mine). Then there is me.
I met a guy on Sunday. It was a terrible mess, a parade of parts that revolved through me in the casual way that parts usually do (ie part of me wants to have sex with him and part things it's a terrible idea, etc, the way that I think that most people experience parts). Apparently I got really sexual with him, but I don't really remember until a small part of me came out and panicked and pulled into a shaking ball. I lost an entire hour in there somewhere and I'm not sure what I did.
I've been trying to handle it, but I've been really upset about it. Came home yesterday after working all day and fell apart.
I heard myself speaking aloud. Panicked, fast, and like a little kid: Shadow, Shadow, Shadow, where are you?!
Then I was crying. The part of me that floats up on the left started to tell me that I needed to hurt myself. I answered back and asked why. She said because of Sunday and what I did. We started to have an argument, about hurting myself or not hurting myself. I was talking aloud but she was just in my head, answering back, floating up there with a smirk on her face. Then suddenly, all at the same time, in the center of the dark void in my mind, the little girl was crying and the woman was rubbing her back. Then I heard myself speaking aloud: It's okay, little girl, it's okay.
I managed to get myself put together enough to shut them all up, at least for a minute. But then the voice came back, a panicked, small voice that insisted (through me) that she had to have her striped shirt. As soon as I had it on my voice changed to comforting and calm, saying it's okay, it's okay over and over.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED. I know I have a dissociative disorder. I know I have parts. But this is the first time they've acted like this and the first time that I've had arguments with them. Usually my experience is less defined than this and I'm really, really scared about what this means.
I met a guy on Sunday. It was a terrible mess, a parade of parts that revolved through me in the casual way that parts usually do (ie part of me wants to have sex with him and part things it's a terrible idea, etc, the way that I think that most people experience parts). Apparently I got really sexual with him, but I don't really remember until a small part of me came out and panicked and pulled into a shaking ball. I lost an entire hour in there somewhere and I'm not sure what I did.
I've been trying to handle it, but I've been really upset about it. Came home yesterday after working all day and fell apart.
I heard myself speaking aloud. Panicked, fast, and like a little kid: Shadow, Shadow, Shadow, where are you?!
Then I was crying. The part of me that floats up on the left started to tell me that I needed to hurt myself. I answered back and asked why. She said because of Sunday and what I did. We started to have an argument, about hurting myself or not hurting myself. I was talking aloud but she was just in my head, answering back, floating up there with a smirk on her face. Then suddenly, all at the same time, in the center of the dark void in my mind, the little girl was crying and the woman was rubbing her back. Then I heard myself speaking aloud: It's okay, little girl, it's okay.
I managed to get myself put together enough to shut them all up, at least for a minute. But then the voice came back, a panicked, small voice that insisted (through me) that she had to have her striped shirt. As soon as I had it on my voice changed to comforting and calm, saying it's okay, it's okay over and over.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED. I know I have a dissociative disorder. I know I have parts. But this is the first time they've acted like this and the first time that I've had arguments with them. Usually my experience is less defined than this and I'm really, really scared about what this means.