About a month ago I had a fair level of communication with the other parts, I could here them, I could communicate with them (mostly), I was very, very aware. One part of me, was obviously in distress, she was screaming over and over, I wanted to help her, needed to even, but I wasn't capable nor did I know how. I asked the another part of me for help and was told I needed to be the one to help her - but I didn't know how. She has a memory that she won't show me and tells me I'm not ready for it - but I know by the fact I didn't end up in hospital that it can't be worse than what I know already. She became problematic and started hurting us - nothing major but enough to be a personal concern.
Either way now for a few weeks I haven't had the slightest hint of their presense. The absolute most I've had is a thought or two that might not have been mine - but it also could have been. I don't want to go off on a denial phase, so I've kept an open mind, but it seems that nothing is coming through. I've tried actively communicating but I can't tell if any responses are my own imagination.
My concern has always been, I have a very vivid imagination and obsessive thoughts. I definitely do have a problem with dissociation, depersonalisation and derealisation. It's not that I don't believe they are or aren't real, but what if it is that I want them to be real enough that I imagine them there? How do I know I haven't subconciously named/labelled the different aspects of my own personality as a matter of deep compartmentalisation.
Sure this could just be us working all together really well - so well I don't notice. Or maybe I'm in a good enough patch that no one needs to come forward, even enough to be heard or live externally. Maybe I'm just wanting/wishing to hard for my experiences to be as clear cut and decisive as some people on here when they're more of an indistinct blur. Maybe they are there but I can't hear them again. Maybe they are there, but they can't hear me again. Maybe they were never there to start off with.
Any or every thing that I have thought has been definitive proof that they are real, could have just been me pretending to myself. Not pretending, but scared and trying to explain other symptoms, confusion within my self. From what I gather it's fairly ordinary for people with PTSD to have a child part and emotional parts, so maybe it's just that. I really don't know. It's like a dream now, a story created by a desperate mind in an attempt to understand.
My sister has said she has seen me change not to anyone hugely different, but like a sudden alertness or something. But how do I know that is just not me reacting to something suddenly or a mood shift? How do I know if I'm lying to myself, or if they're real, if it's PTSD or something more?
Feel dizzy and can't see properly. Might type more later. Unlikely. Feel free to respond now, I shouldn't imagine there will be more. I don't know. Thanks for reading and stuff. x