Ok, so a weird thing happened yesterday. I had an occurance that may or may not have been the appearance of an alter. The story is kinda long, but I'mnot sure how I should respond...
So I was going shopping with my stepmom yesterday, for nothing in particular, just to look around in the cute little shops in town. And we were smoking some marijuana. We do frequently over here, and since it helps with my insomnia, I usually smoke at night,but it's far from the first time I smoked during the day,but nothing like this has ever happened before.
I can remember suddenly feeling like a kid. And while feeling childish is not something uncommon for me, as I have always been a bit immature, actually feeling like I am a kid is another story. I felt like I could have pushed the feeling away,but for one reason or another didn't. I noticed a number of differences,for example I wanted to avoid talking, I ate slower, and I was far more interested in playing tangrams on my nook than looking at the wonderful mountain/forest/lake scenery up here. My memory of the day is fuzzy, but Idid not black out (as far as I'm aware), and I never went inside. On the way back home, I remember that all I had bought were a large number of disney movies, and I had this overpowering urge to watch Bambie. That's seriously all I wanted, was to watch Bambie. We got home and upon discovering that the only VHS player we have doesn't play tapes anymore, only eats them, within a couple minutes,I was feeling back to my normal self and I haven't had any weird experiences since.
On the one hand, I have never had a reaction like that to marijuana. Ever. And if she was an alter, shecertqinly seems like the type to not come forward or really care if she's in or out. In fact, she didn't even seem to have a sense of identity. I mean, she answered to my name, but she felt no personal attachment to it, nor did she have a name of her own. In fact, if anything, the best way I can put it is that she just was. So it wouldn't be unreasonable that she was hiding amd never came out. But on the other hand, it was drastically different from the way things have previously worked in my system. I asked Jen about it and she knew nothing of another and told me not to get carried away and make one (what faith she has in my mental stability). Also, our internal world literally consists of only a dimly lit hallway with two doors - one room for each me and Jen. I have a window in my room, but it'sfake: a piece of glass with scenery painted on it. That's all there has ever been. And Jen says that there isno third door and she searched everywhere she could think to search, and there doesn't seem to be an exit of any kind. So if she did exist, we cqn't findany place that she might stay.
So if she doesn't exist and there is some other explanation for what I experienced (maybe marijuana can do that and it just hasn't before, maybe it was just a moment of really bad dissociation, Idk), then I don't want to start alarming people and messing with it and, god forbid, somehow doing what Jen was concerned about. But if she does exist, I don't want to make her feel rejected. Any suggestions on how to progress here?