This post might need a TW, depending on a person's views about their DID, so I'm just starting this off with saying that it's basically a long-winded rambling on how in a way I think prefer to be a multiple.
There are obviously several downsides or "cons" to having DID. I think almost every thread of almost every page on the DID forum here explains those well enough. So please don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to sugarcoat this life-wrecking disorder or anything.
But at the same time, there are definitely aspects of it that I like, or maybe that I've just grown so accustomed to, that the idea of not being that way anymore kind of freaks me out or even depresses me.
For one, having every aspect of myself, from my thoughts to my emotions and beyond, broken up into individual pieces, makes it a hell of a lot easier to work through things in some ways. For example, that my system has a purely logical/intellectual part can be extremely useful/helpful sometimes. That part gets me through some otherwise really difficult/confusing situations/times/problems with relative ease. I also rarely fly off the handle in a rage or meltdown sobbing over anything. My system just essentially takes care of me 24/7 by setting **** aside that I can't afford to deal with in the moment.
Then with the way my system works, our internal manager (or whatever one would call it, I have never actually encountered this part, if we even have it) does a pretty good job at pushing forward the right part(s) for the right situations. The way this sort of translates is that I don't ever have to truly worry about whether or not I can handle something, because whichever part was practically designed for the situation will come forward and handle it.
Of course, we occasionally have a sort of 'malfunction' with the wrong part(s) out at the wrong time. This happens rarely but tends to have really major consequences when it does. Those 'malfunctions' seem to be the only real downside to DID for me. If we could just never screw that up, we'd be golden.
I recently put the whole thing to the test with a one night stand. Everything I know about myself, my sexuality and my past clearly indicates that something like a one night stand with a total stranger should have caused me to totally freak out / panic at worst, and go blank-minded/numb (maybe even pass out) at best. But instead my mind shifted things around internally so that I didn't experience any anxiety, but instead I actually had a great flippin time. The experience defied all manner of logic, itself, and it was like my brain just flawlessly adapted to the situation in order to not experience anything negative if at all possible, and in order to enjoy whatever there was to be possibly enjoyed.
I almost feel (as silly as it sounds) like I've suddenly discovered some mental/emotional 'super power' in myself that I didn't fully realize I had, previously. Like for the first time I'm fully grasping the sheer capability of the way my brain is wired.
But really, I realize that it's always been this way, so maybe there is just a sort of.. huge relief? In finally truly understanding and embracing it. Like rather than being anxious while trying to desperately figure out who I am, instead it's like taking comfort in my mind's ability to be pretty much whatever is needed in any given moment.
I've been in a lot of pretty crazy situations over the years, some beyond my control and some that I threw myself into, either me as a part or another part of my system, but I'm still alive and still (relatively) sane.
Maybe what it all really boils down to is that I don't have to take much responsibility or worry all that much, because my system takes care of everything. I even have the reassurance of knowing that I have parts built-in who fly into action to prevent suicide. Like I've always been so terrified of losing control of myself, but that's never really been necessary. And if my life blows or I'm in a bad situation or whatever, parts designed specifically to handle such things take over. I don't really have to deal with ****.
I can't genuinely tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but it's like I'm learning how it works and how to use it to my advantage, rather than being confused / anxious all the time. Like I'm realizing and learning that I can enjoy a hell of lot more in life than I previously assumed, and that I'm probably capable of a lot more, as well, if I just start loosening the reins a bit and moving over to the front passenger's seat.
So I'm in this state of mind, I guess, where I feel like I'm totally derailed but in a strangely good way. I don't really see the point of therapy anymore, or understand why I've just been sitting at home not living or anything for the past couple of months.
I just feel strangely different and indifferent, and this rambling wall of text post is the best of my theory-crafting capability for the time being.
Like when my mother and her husband got home, I felt kind of drunk or high or something, even though I wasn't. Her husband made some comments to me that I know normally would have put me a bit on edge, but instead I just didn't give a **** and went about my way. It's like for the first time I can actually detect walls going up as needed, like we are learning how to function strategically as a system, and I am actually able to be aware of it as it happens.
Idunno.