Until recently I've been trying to understand the other parts in me that I have split from.
I have made no attempt to understand myself though. In fact I have no sense of self at all.
As a child I identified with my mum and dad, despite the terrible things they did, I thought they were great. It got to the point could not console myself, and the conflict between my love for them and their treatment of me. After a particular experience, my only strategy was to disidentify from myself, to disown and seperate myself.
Anyhow... What's this post about? Well - I have found it extremely helpful to digest experiences like these, the split from another self, as a product of my own experience rather than as someone else's experience.
It's almost ironic - all this time I've been worried about listening to and understanding my other selves - actually I can understand them much better now for having explored my own self (or lack thereof).
I dunno if this makes sense to any of you at all

Anyhow thanks for reading