This post contains mentions of sex and suicidal ideation. My other selves are not the problem. The problem is The Not Knowing. ( Huge caveat: I’m lucky enough to not have daily blackout amnesia but instead lesser daily amnesia between us, and none of us commit crimes behind each other’s backs. Some individuals with DID go through this, and they have a right to disagree with my above sentence, and…
Hi. This is Ankh. Several things to discuss. Trigger warning for discussions of dissociation and suicidal ideation. First, we’re going to start tagging ourselves in posts, both when we write a post and when we’re mentioned in one. We’re also going to go back and do that for previous blog posts. There’s also going to be an “idk” tag because that’s how it is sometimes. Actually, by the time this is…
This month’s Grizzly Gazette Carnival theme, hosted by Sage, is “what is your favorite unconventional animal?” I’m very glad to be given a reason to blog about frogs. I’m not certain that frogs qualify as an unconventional favorite animal at this point, because they’ve become very popular with people of my age group (millennials; maybe it’s from kermit memes ?), fellow queer people (perhaps…
So, again, I’ve had a slightly fucked year so far. I don’t remember if any of me specified we spent most of January with a sinus infection. I know the mild kidney stone that was bad mentally that fucked with our enjoyment of this year’s Healing Together conference was mentioned before, and this month’s injury was glossed over. In more detail, it seems that Honey had our legs weird while…
Seeing myself in the mirror is odd in it’s own way, after so many years of not. I’m used to looking and telling myself I inhabit a beautiful girl and it’s an awful shame that I’m not her. That I’m not the owner of this body, it’s hers. I love her and don’t want to take it away from her. I still don’t know how to talk about these feelings out loud. But now, I see myself. At least, sometimes. The…
This is Clementine. I don’t have the slightest fucking idea how any of the rest of me is okay. How anyone can be focusing on cleaning out the closet, or planning out charm bracelets, or the parent we live with acting like shit is normal. People are dying. The internet might be dying in pursuit of making people’s lives worse and harder, if not outright as part of their quest to kill more people. I…
We’ve decided to briefly explain why we’re not currently in therapy, which intersects with why we are not “formally” diagnosed and why we are not using our legal name on this blog. This is Cordelia, but I’ll be allowing my others to have input. (Actually, we’re switchy and we’re losing track-- Cordelia did most of this though.) (Actually this was written across multiple days and several had…
I really didn’t get what I needed from Healing Together this year. There’s usually a calm, breath of fresh air feeling. I’m able to relax because I’m surrounded by others that either have DID or OSDD themselves or are therapists that work with DID, so everyone understands intimately what I/we are going through. They always play the music video of “No Rain” by Blind Melon at the closing for a…
It's hard to believe it's 2026. The next Healing Together conference is already soon, this will be my 3rd year attending, and it'll be the 2nd time I'm frustrated that I haven't told any of my/our story. Reading or watching other people's stories of making it through hard times has helped me, and I've wanted to be able to offer the same for others. I've wanted that since back when I thought I just…
I'm glad one of us posted to the blog, even if it was more of a vent than I expected to start this out with. It's been a real struggle to get anything out here. I'm hoping for this blog to be informative. I legitimately hope that my life experiences, my self-discovery, can be helpful for the people like me in situations where they can't afford (or otherwise access) therapy for DID. I'll elaborate…