Hello
this is to those who know they suffer from a dissociative disorder. I would like to know if you can relate to what I try to put into words here. Any input appreciated.
When I am not depressed, I feel confused. It seems to me, that other people have a much better grip on who they are. As if they have read a manual about themselves, and I never got mine.
A big part of that is, that I feel so changeable. Sure, I have some kind of core personality, but so many things about me change. Some daily, some weekly. They way I approach things, the way I react, what I like or dislike and why.
It is especially difficult if I look back a day or a week and have that specific feeling, that other people only have when they look back years or decades. That feeling of "Who the hell was I back then."
I am also very forgetfull. I often forget important things. I forgot I once had a brother. Other times I feel totally ridicoulus because I can not recall why I think I could have PTSD. I sometimes dont remember anything traumatic happening, only remember the good parts.
The way I feel and the specifics I can remember seem very closely connected. When I cant recall trauma I am very carefree and happy. When I cant remember the happy parts I am depressed and fearfull child. When I can remember victories I can be a aggressive and assertive adult.
My hopes and dreams of life are constantly changing.
This is my biggest issue when trying to create a fulfilling life. What is fullfilling if not setting and achieving goals? But how to do that if one day the best thing in life are videogames, so I make a big and beautiful plan to achieve something special in one of my favorite games and two days later I have completely lost the ability to recall the appeal of games? Suddenly videogames feel like a waste of time. Then I set out to train my drawing, only to totally forget why I wanted to put my energy into that a few days later. On and on it goes, my cycle of empty dreams.
When I wrote something, and I read it again a day later it has changed. In the best case it feels like something I have written a long time ago and I can vaguely remember it, can understand it. The worst cased are when I feel like a completely different person has written it.
Sometimes I feel like being pulled apart from the inside. I have the very surreal feeling of having several emotions at the same time. As far as I know, other people need some potent drugs to feel that. Suprisingly, having the feeling of sharing my mind with a past or future me is the loneliest feeling in the world.
I have a very bad grasp of time. Days fly by and hours can be enternities. I am also very disorriented with daytime and date.
All those things make me very, very anxious and I dont want to be relaxed. Because when I relax I tend to do stupid shit. That is not so bad, pretty human i guess, but the feeling of looking back a day after is the worst. It is like getting kicked in the nuts by a boot with a note on it. Everytime something else is written on it. "They destroyed your mind." or "f*cking freak." or "I guess I really am insane." or "Being mad is not what it is said to be."
All of this makes a normal life pretty impossible, which is okay I guess, but it also makes it impossible to not feel so very confused all the time, which is absolutely not okay. I really cant stand it. It is very difficult talking about myself, not because it hurts or any some such, but because I honestly dont know alot about myself. That is why it took so many years for me to getting help. When I sat somewhere I could not really talk about myself, because then I was in high functioning mode and could not recall any of the wierd shit. I guess that is why people never realized I was crying for help.
Have a meeting with a therapist next week and am scared to hell and heaven and back. But I am also really relaxed about it. Because I know, once I have to act the me that has to do the tough stuff will be there. But because I wont be really able to remember anything I have written stuff down. Still I feel like nervous wreck. Just being very relaxed about it.
I will go and play a videogame right now. f*ck if I know what. The last week I played alot of the same, today I totally dont get the appeal. Yesterday I played a warrior and had an amazing time, today it is probably gonna be a mage, because warriors are for dummies. Who would ever play a warrior, am I right? Boring. In a few days I will think the same about mages and will either go back the warrior or decide another class is the way to go. I honestly dont know. I only know it is difficult for me to achieve goals in my videogames, let alone life.
The only thing I really truly know about myself is that I am in a constand state of intense and unbearbale anxiety. On the good days.
this is to those who know they suffer from a dissociative disorder. I would like to know if you can relate to what I try to put into words here. Any input appreciated.
When I am not depressed, I feel confused. It seems to me, that other people have a much better grip on who they are. As if they have read a manual about themselves, and I never got mine.
A big part of that is, that I feel so changeable. Sure, I have some kind of core personality, but so many things about me change. Some daily, some weekly. They way I approach things, the way I react, what I like or dislike and why.
It is especially difficult if I look back a day or a week and have that specific feeling, that other people only have when they look back years or decades. That feeling of "Who the hell was I back then."
I am also very forgetfull. I often forget important things. I forgot I once had a brother. Other times I feel totally ridicoulus because I can not recall why I think I could have PTSD. I sometimes dont remember anything traumatic happening, only remember the good parts.
The way I feel and the specifics I can remember seem very closely connected. When I cant recall trauma I am very carefree and happy. When I cant remember the happy parts I am depressed and fearfull child. When I can remember victories I can be a aggressive and assertive adult.
My hopes and dreams of life are constantly changing.
This is my biggest issue when trying to create a fulfilling life. What is fullfilling if not setting and achieving goals? But how to do that if one day the best thing in life are videogames, so I make a big and beautiful plan to achieve something special in one of my favorite games and two days later I have completely lost the ability to recall the appeal of games? Suddenly videogames feel like a waste of time. Then I set out to train my drawing, only to totally forget why I wanted to put my energy into that a few days later. On and on it goes, my cycle of empty dreams.
When I wrote something, and I read it again a day later it has changed. In the best case it feels like something I have written a long time ago and I can vaguely remember it, can understand it. The worst cased are when I feel like a completely different person has written it.
Sometimes I feel like being pulled apart from the inside. I have the very surreal feeling of having several emotions at the same time. As far as I know, other people need some potent drugs to feel that. Suprisingly, having the feeling of sharing my mind with a past or future me is the loneliest feeling in the world.
I have a very bad grasp of time. Days fly by and hours can be enternities. I am also very disorriented with daytime and date.
All those things make me very, very anxious and I dont want to be relaxed. Because when I relax I tend to do stupid shit. That is not so bad, pretty human i guess, but the feeling of looking back a day after is the worst. It is like getting kicked in the nuts by a boot with a note on it. Everytime something else is written on it. "They destroyed your mind." or "f*cking freak." or "I guess I really am insane." or "Being mad is not what it is said to be."
All of this makes a normal life pretty impossible, which is okay I guess, but it also makes it impossible to not feel so very confused all the time, which is absolutely not okay. I really cant stand it. It is very difficult talking about myself, not because it hurts or any some such, but because I honestly dont know alot about myself. That is why it took so many years for me to getting help. When I sat somewhere I could not really talk about myself, because then I was in high functioning mode and could not recall any of the wierd shit. I guess that is why people never realized I was crying for help.
Have a meeting with a therapist next week and am scared to hell and heaven and back. But I am also really relaxed about it. Because I know, once I have to act the me that has to do the tough stuff will be there. But because I wont be really able to remember anything I have written stuff down. Still I feel like nervous wreck. Just being very relaxed about it.
I will go and play a videogame right now. f*ck if I know what. The last week I played alot of the same, today I totally dont get the appeal. Yesterday I played a warrior and had an amazing time, today it is probably gonna be a mage, because warriors are for dummies. Who would ever play a warrior, am I right? Boring. In a few days I will think the same about mages and will either go back the warrior or decide another class is the way to go. I honestly dont know. I only know it is difficult for me to achieve goals in my videogames, let alone life.
The only thing I really truly know about myself is that I am in a constand state of intense and unbearbale anxiety. On the good days.