Thank you both for the responses- sincerely
How long has this been going on?
The Pamela part of me has been around for at least 20 years now, and while she hasn't always had a name (I call that part Pamela bc that was my name as a stripper and that's what she is- highly sexual to a point of all consuming lust) and she's the part who takes over when I'm feeling overwhelmed, scared, alone, unloved, depressed, ect..
And then there is 'Pleb' I guess I could call it that bc that's exactly how I feel at the time- a hoples mess of dispare, ashamed and unable to call on Pam to take over, the pleb in me wallows in sadness, over eating, sleeping and fits of tears and suicidal thoughts, weak and hopless this piece of me scaresme the MOST. Pleb has been here for a long time, though not quite as listless, always sad and destrought, I think it's been here since my teens, maybe slightly before- but I'm not entirely sure.
There's the enternal optimist (no name given) and always hopeful, looking for that silver linning around every cloud and desprately wanting to make the world a better place by spreading love, compassion and understanding to everyone she can touch. this is my favorite part of me, the part that holds another kind of positive strength, who is more comfortable with being alone than Pam, but at the same lonely. She is comforted by the love of her children and family, driven towards succes in life and always looking towards the stars. I suppose this is who I wish I could be, a loving mother, strong and supportive, a great student and inspiration to all who know her- the optimist only appreared after my son was born, somewhere around 9 nears ago now.
There is Fukcdoll- a diviated verssion of Pam who thrives on the perverse and is over confident, almost concieted (unlike any of my other parts, who love to be adored but are yet humble and well grouned in the fact that they are not overly 'special' or superior) FD is sick and twisted (Pam is light and playful, caring and compassionate along with her lustfilled sex driven ambitions) and I'd have to say that FD is the most evil part of me, gaining more and more ground over time. And while I can't pin point her arival to an exact time and place (I don't remember how old I was when I was doing some of those discutsting things I did) I know that she was given freedom and permission to come forward when I met a man who liked the secrets I was hidding and thought I was wonderfully twisted, and he gave me the permission to set those desires and fantasies free- and like pandora's box- she was OUT!
There is also a child, I don't know who or what it is, but it's an enternal child who runs around the fair grounds, acts like a child with the kids, is crazy, fun and funny and I know it's not 'normal' because people look at me wierdly when the child is present.
And that's just the thing. It's not just me who sees these things, it's my family and friends who see it in me and see the changes too. i can see it in their eyes sometimes, they way they look at me like I'm strange or different- when the child comes out especially, because I'm a 32 year old woman acting like a real child & that's not normal.
I'm not sure if someone holds my anger of if that's just a part of what happens as a Borderline/Histrionic Personality as a whole- but when I'm enraged I'm unable to think clearly, I can't stop my actions (only just have I even tried and it's been working to some extent) and the intense pain of others (only those who have hurt me) makes me happy at this time.
And then there's the Alice in me, the one who wonders about all the rest of my inside fragments, the one who tries to find the reasons and monitor the development of my mental afflictions. I'm not sure, but I think 'Alice' is still under development and not fully detached as of yet. I think that 'Alice' is being created as we speak as an impartial party who can peer inside the rest of me and the pieces, without being hurt or effected by them, to get to the root of this problem and save us all. All mylife I've been searching for saviour; someone to take me away from my pain and free me into a happier life of love and peace. I'm not entirely sure, but Ithink that 'Alice' is my own minds creation of the savior. I think something inside me finally said, we can't wait to be saved by someone else it has to come from within, and my inquisitive self, the one who searches for understanding and answers, a piece of the child, has broken off into Alice and been lended the strength of the others as a protective shield, to do the work that needs desperately to be done.
So those are all my true extentions of self- the separated pieces I have inside, and while there are other facets to me that come and go (like the artist, who can draw, paint and create visual art that the rest couldn't do in our wildest dreams) these are the ones who cause me the greatest issues of discomfort and upheivel in my life.
Like you, I am present in this, usually to some degree, and I remember pieces of what happens after the fact. Sometimes I remember nothing at all, but I'm not sure if it's that I can't remember or I won't let myself remember- I'm not entirely sure how that all works. But when pieces of memorie come to my mind and I don't want to think about that particular thing, I just shake my head and 'turn the page' detach that memory and shove it away so I don't need to feel the pain, guilt or sadness after the fact.
As I'm splitting into these pieces there are mental sympotoms and physical sensations that can occure as well. When the sexual beast of Pamela takes over, my body becomes a flame with lust and I can feel it all over me physically, it burns with such heat that it literally is all consuming. FD does NOT however produce such a numbing sensation to my physical self- that is purely a mental state, the physical sensations only come by direct stimulation of the body, they do not waft over me like cloud of sensation purly due to presence and thoughts. The child produces physical tinglling sensations as well, in the back of my neck and the sides of my face, I can feel almost a movement of chemical release or lymphatic extasy as the child emerges onto the field- I remember when the Spice Girls where famous, I would feel this tinglling sensation come over me regularly as I so wanted to be them, the child in me is a preformer, a singer a dancer, and watching them and seeing what I could have ben would sometimes bring tears to my eyes. I would tingle as I watched the girls on that stage and the child in me would be happy, excited and sad at the same time, because they were living our dream- it was truely a mix of emotions. Pleb is prone to physical attributes such as nausia, head aches, lathargy and physical bloating- when I am pleb my water rention rates actually go up and I can see and feel the swelling in my belly, my fingers and my face- this is not imagined, as I can no longer put rings on my fingers- I've tried it. The optimist is clear minded and has no physical symptoms, other than a clearness of mind the rest of never get to experience. Alice is so new, I'm not yet sure if there is to be anything physical come with her, but what I can say is that right now, I'm not feeling anything more than the wieght of the world surrounding me, and I feel like a small light surrounded by complete darkness coming at me from all sides.
A few years ago (probably 7 years now) I was experiencing some physical numbness through out my body and it would come and go with stress and depression. My family and my doctor thought it could be mulitple sclorosis and I was sent to a neurologist and they did all kinds of tests to try and figure out what was wrong. My CT and MRI came back clean, so I went to have some other nerve testing done. It was very scary, and while no medical reason was ever found to be the source of it- I'm now wondering if it doesn't have something to do with my mental issues, as my numbness comes and goes now with the clear changes of my selves.
So yeah, I'm not sure what any of this means in my mental satus or diagnosis at this point? But when I was talkiing to my Xhusband last night and telling him what I had stumbled across online, I read him the description and he said "Yeah.. well.. you know what? It does sound like you, but even if it IS MPD or something, that doesn't change who you are. We've always known there was something wrong with you, and if that's what it is so what. It's just a big scary name to put on what you've already been dealing with for a long long time. What ever it turns out be, you already have it, and giving it a name, even a scary one, doesn't change WHO you are. You're just as crazy today and you were last week right?"
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And that really comforted me. Because he's right.
I know I'm looking for answers and explanations as to what's wrong with me and what I can do to fix it- but no matter what it turns out be- I'm just as crazy today as I was last week
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth~Oscar Wilde
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together~Eugene Ionesco
Once you chose hope anything is possible~ Christopher Reeves