Hello. I am Vi, but we are Theta.
Growing up, I knew about my others. Well, I knew about two of them – Beth and Marcus. They have been my constant companions since I was five.
I’m autistic and trans. My parents didn’t know what to do with me and tried to suppress my autistic traits. My mother was undiagnosed autistic, and my father just gave up on having a father/son relationship with me. Growing up, I was alone a lot. Beth and Marcus helped me not be alone, but after a while, Marcus acted out and hurt us as well as our sister. So, he got locked away from the front, but in doing so, I was stuck there. Not that I was always fronting. Beth would front, but I was always at least somewhat aware of what was going on.
There’s a lot I don’t want to go into right now. The thing is, a decade ago, I moved someplace safe and Beth and Marcus grew quieter.
Fast forward and Beth had to take over almost all the time. Marcus had been effectively silenced for years. My mother was gravely ill. Beth had to take care of her. After our mother passed, Beth went quiet, and I sort of forgot. I forgot about Beth, and I thought Marcus was gone. It was just ‘me’.
Two years passed and then everything went sideways. Two things happened at once. The first is, a friend of mine pointed out that I had been switching quite a lot, and to people who weren’t Beth. This friend had been friends with at least one other person with DID so she knew the signs. My friend had tried to bring up the subject twice before, apparently, but between her telling me and pretty much the next thought, it was gone. I just put it up to my memory issues. The last time she used social media to bring up the subject and it was like ‘wait a minute.’ For some reason, written communications tend to ‘stick’ better.
The second event is that one of the Bad Men who hurt me in childhood tried to get in touch with me.
Since then, I have had to deal with the reality that there’s a lot more people inside this head than I had known. But what I don’t understand is why am I, Vi, not freaking out. I do have an alter who is freaking out and trying to make everything fit the stereotypes, but I’m not her.
I’ve talked to our ‘systems manager’. Her name is Queen, and she’s helped me know who is who, and even with choosing/knowing names. Marcus has been trying to stop any of this from happening by constantly telling me to be silent and not to remember what happened. This includes the return of some very horrific nightmares mixed with flashbacks.
I’ve had time gaps again. Things get moved and I know it isn’t someone in the house. Sometimes I look around and things have moved and I know I, that is Vi, didn’t move them. It’s been a long time since that happened.
There’s a tonne of questions that have come up; though, and I don’t know where to begin. The questions may sound stupid, but we don’t understand why we got to this point without therapy. We’ve only just broached this with my current therapist. She isn’t a specialist in DID and we’re scared of telling her everything. Part of that is that growing up we were often told about family members who had schizophrenia and were ashamed to admit to the voices we heard even if they weren’t bad voices.
Sometimes it seems like my alters just overwrite my personality so that I can do certain tasks. This usually gives me a headache after a while. Other times one of them will take over fully and I retreat back just enough so I am only kind of aware of the world. That usually makes the world seem glitchy and everything is a bit fuzzy.
I’m permanently disabled. This is more about healing than about anything else. I’m still going through phases where I keep thinking that this is all made up and not real, but then something happens or someone takes over for a while and I can’t stop them.
Thank you for listening to me. I'm sorry if this is a bit long too.