Disappearing is a Pain

It seems that somebody rather unpleasant and depressed has taken the majority of this week from us. Hate it when this happens, it’s so inconvenient.

I have to pu pieces of the puzzle in proper order. Who said wha and when why how. The blogosphere aloes me to see where I have been emotionally and mentally, which is to say out of it for the most part. I have very little recognition of this last little bit.

What I need to be doing is to find out who tweets and blogs out and get them to jus sbutthe hell up when this happens. Even though it’s an important part of this experience that we’re trying go document, nobody needs to see a
Whiny American chick who is out of her mind. When she is on auto-pilot and is beyond reason. It is not fair to any of you and I apologize for them. Which means apologizing for
Myself. This is my responsibility and that’s all there is to be said about that.

They are unfortunately very chatty, these dissociated splinters. They have never had the abity to have a voice until these last few months a d nobody wants to just abut the hell up. Screaming hoer monkeys in our head. Sigh.

I see that we have bought new coat Nd a pair of jeans. We
Have been listening to Janis Joplin, a sure sign that teenagers have been afoot. We see no new scars sk that is good news. Somebody got on the wii and played ping-pong for hours. This one is very good at it and may be lefthanded, not sure. I am right-handed.

I said this in a tweet the other day and I mean it. You can put together all the cell towers on the pal et and they won’t have as much poser as ten properly ordered words. In other words our therapist is great.

Somebody mDe it to all clients this week. Somebody gassed up the car. Somebody was very nice to wifey. Somebody bought new toys for the cats. Somebody put Silas up as our avatar.

Somebody wrote a bunch of blogs that are really really depressing. True nonetheless dark. Bummah.

So. This is the life if DID. Picking up the pieces finding the clues. Looking T. Pai ting we’ve done with no memory of having done it. Very nice yes but still.

It’s a pain.

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8 Comments

  1. Tiger said,

    March 12, 2010 at 9:13 am

    I wonder if there’s any way to get whoever’s tweeting/blogging to identify themselves for you–the way that when red blogged she started with “hi this is red, and…” anyway. You don’t need to apologize for who you are. You struggle, as we all do, and many of us out here support you, no matter what you’re going through. ❤

    • March 12, 2010 at 9:20 am

      Yes it would come in so handy. Few of them identify themselves on our message board either. Thanks for enduring patience. xx

  2. March 12, 2010 at 10:15 am

    I think Tiger has a great idea there. I wouldn’t want you to shut them up – like you say they’ve never had a chance to speak before, they need to have a voice. It is important.

    • March 12, 2010 at 11:43 am

      I wish there was better control. Don’t know who most of them all. When one of these mystery singers comes up we can’t find it…Tedious. 😉

  3. Ravin said,

    March 12, 2010 at 11:48 am

    Just for the record your multiple, we know that, this sort of thing happens. No need for shutting yourselves up, not for this reader.

    We’re still here reading and commenting, still wanting to get to know you and your splints.

    Ravin

  4. Karita said,

    March 14, 2010 at 3:53 pm

    I agree with Ravin, I am happy to read whatever any of your Splinters write. Although, I think it would be very helpful for you if you could teach them to identify themselves.

  5. March 14, 2010 at 4:10 pm

    Yes. The jerkwads prefer to whinge about in silence. Their ways of maintaining control I think. So far we only actually really know about ten of them, the others refuse to come out. It’s still all so new, most of them are very frightened they’ll be made to not exist. It is confusing and it blows. For example, we have somebody who only pops up in some switches. It says “I love that painting” then vanishes. In therapy I mean. It is just all so odd. Sigh


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