A Bad Day For The Teenagers

This has been a bad day foe our teenaged alters. We should have seen it coming. We had decided two days ago that today we were going to go get our driver’s license renewed. It’s the kind of drudgery-of-life that we’ve been ignoring for years. So to actually go to the DMV and get a dreaded new picture and pay the thirty bucks two weeks before it’s expiration is definitely one for the win column.

Anyway. One skill we have not yet acquired is to what T says “check in” with everybody before doing anything different or new. Anything more challenging than breathing is what we understand. We are new to the multiple game and honestly we just don’t really know how to communicate amongst ourselves.

We don’t know much about our teenagers. They were pretty much out of it. For example, we managed to be valedictorian of our high school class of 825 students and don’t remember hardly a thing about school. They didn’t get into trouble, we do know that. We also know that for whatever reasons they were freaked out about their first driving test at 16. Maybe that’s what all kids do, we really have no idea. The important thing is that they were just a little mess about it.

So in hindsight it makes sense that the Teenagers would be awake and listening today.

One thing we do know about the Teenagers, they were totally wigged out over sex. It had nothing to do with their sexuality per se. She had first told a favorite aunt that she liked girls when she was five. When auntie said well that makes you a special and lucky girl we took her words at face value. So by the time the Dating Thing came about she had already come out about her sexuality.

There was a very large contingent of gay kids and teachers at their high school, very unusual foe mid-70’s America. So there was no shortage of potential love interests. Again–lucky.

But for a kid who had been sexually abused from age 2 ’til 12 or 13, the whole sex thing was very, very confusing. And scary as shyt. They Had learned when so young that there is just this huge array of behaviors that constituted what exactly “sex” was, most of it not so good. And even though the abuse stopped it wasn’t as though uncle Norman had said well I’m done with you. We were still waiting for him to show up and attack us again. As we wait today.

Okay, back to the story. So at a time when most kids were dinking around, trying to feel their way thru the physical aspects of the minefield that is adolescence the Teenagers were way ahead of the game. This was not their first time at the proverbial rodeo. And while all of this was going on they were trying as well and in vain to separate out the importance of consent.

It was a mess. Just, a mess. Taking out the horror and the violence and the physical pain vs. The joys of getting laid. Nightmare city for a couple of years there.

But dissociation was on their side. They were given their own alter who took care of the sex for them. They Had been bitten on the clit a few years before, which left them with considerable pain just when the Action got going. Not so much. So they blocked it out and floated away. No wonder we have a penchant for voyeurism and a tinge of good pornography, what with all that watching and all.

We digress again. In a nutshell our Teenagers were and remain a group of sullen, panic-stricken, sexually fucked up little group who were too smart for their own good. They hid and screamed the silent scream of the sexually abused girl. Hide, hide, hide. And that’s what they are today.

So what the fuck does going to the DMV have to do with all of this big ugly mess? Because we got laid this morning. Unaware that the Teenagers were out and about we went about having “adult time” as T so delicately puts it to the littles. We are learning how to be on the watch for the tiny ones because it’s just too much for them. Obviously. The little ones Don’t want to get put to bed but we’ve worked it out so that they are no longer a problem. Not often at any rate.

But we were not on the lookout for those sullen and hiding Teenagers. We should have known that they’d be wandering about. We should have thought about what we were doing, about what was not a good idea. But things happen and at a bad time there they were, wigging out all over the freaking place. Sigh.

Unfortunately we had no patience for them and we unceremoniously pushed them back down. Probably not a good showing of “compassion for ourselves”, whatever the hell that means. So here they are, punishing us in that obnoxious way that kids can be.

It sucks, frankly. Having to do negotiations appease a hundred splinters. Deal with the backlash when somebody is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As for today–just a bad day for the teenagers. God what a mess.



  1. January 20, 2010 at 3:59 pm

    Gentle hugs to all of you, if that is OK. x

    • January 20, 2010 at 4:24 pm

      Fragile I am not. Affection is a pressure I can bear — Kathryn Hepburn. ;).

  2. Susan said,

    January 20, 2010 at 4:37 pm

    Hi! Wow, it sounds like you had a very rough day today. My heart is with you.

    • January 20, 2010 at 4:44 pm

      Well, thank you! We try to maintain a sense of humor about it because it is just so weird we don’t know what else to do hah. I mean, really. Going to the DMV fucking up your sex life? Ya gotta laugh at that. ;).

  3. me said,

    January 20, 2010 at 5:20 pm

    bitten on the … ?


    poor you. poor all of you.

    fuckin hell.

    bastard. bastard bastard BASTARD!

    • January 20, 2010 at 5:25 pm

      Well, so you can see that having gotten that fixed by acupuncture in the past couple of months we’re a menopausal bitch in heat these days. πŸ˜‰

  4. me said,

    January 20, 2010 at 5:39 pm

    Ian McDonald – there are no disorders, just adaptive behaviours

    • January 20, 2010 at 5:52 pm

      Yup. Might have to steal that one. πŸ˜‰

      • me said,

        January 20, 2010 at 6:02 pm

        it’s a very cool. read it in a sci fi short story today and loved it. googled it and couldn’t find anything BUT the sci fi mention of it. am v surprised it hasn’t permeated more.

      • January 20, 2010 at 6:07 pm

        Too late already stolen and twitted. Catch me if you can.

  5. me said,

    January 20, 2010 at 6:11 pm

    what’s your twitter username?

  6. Karita said,

    January 21, 2010 at 10:11 am

    Do you know how many teenagers are there? *Big hugs for all of Splinters*

    • January 21, 2010 at 10:36 am

      They seem to run in a pack so we really have no idea. Several at least. Some are true splinters they just hold specific traumas and don’t communicate. Others functioned in various capacities, it is just a mess hah. Creepy though that the little buggers would pop out at their own will. Pouty little bastardlettes.

      • Karita said,

        January 21, 2010 at 10:51 am

        Teenagers are a nightmare to deal with at the best of times, but in a pack…? Bloody hell. XXX

      • January 21, 2010 at 10:54 am

        Yes. Push, push, push our patience.

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