Fun: You know you're DID when..

When you go to bed on Saturday and wake-up on Tuesday. Boy, is that ever confusing.

When you go to bed on Saturday and wake-up on Tuesday. Boy, is that ever confusing.

So weird

When you look at the year instead of the day in the date and think "Is that right?"

Definitely know the feeling

When you (as a physical person) have written a poem but can't claim to be the one that made it.

This was quite useful, as I really didn't want to make it because it was for my father (but I had to). I felt weird about it (still feel a bit).
It was for some sort of annual feast like Christmas (don't know how to call it).

When praying sounds something like: Oh God, Goddess, Beloved, Elder Priestess, Ones of Darkness, Ritual Power, Diablo, Spirit, Energy, Enlightened Beings, Spirit Guides, and/or, Dragons, Female Warrior Gods, Nature/Gaia, please help me to accept these total loons in here before I become the second Magdella and borrow her knife; help me not swear, b*tch at, or be overly sarcastic or clout well meaning friends and spouses and therapists who try to fix us into one; please let there be chocolate/beer/iced tea/wine/ice cream/maccaroni/rat brains! preserved specimens! worms!/play doh (?)/cucumber, organic juices, chick peas, and hummus mmmmn! in the fridge next time there is an insomnia fit and we’re up in the middle of the night. Oh Saints, Demons, Minor Gods, Forgotten Goddesses, Djinni, Incantations, The Spirits of Ouija, Totem Spirits, Crystals, and Angels, do influence life in such a way that triggers won’t come to us when we are in the midst of work/school/driving ; please let Ell(s) not slaughter my boyfriend; show Santa how to find me please and i want a knife for my gift ok or i will bite rudolf!; protect us from sin; raise the beloved for the bedding and the ritual; and also, find a d*mn therapist who knows their $#%^. The Multiple is Multiple and Likes It Just So, Amen.

You know you're DID when you have memories from someone else.

When all your chores are done and you didn't do them. (Which, hey, I appreciate!)

When you can't remember where you parked because you didn't park.

You know you're DID when you have to drop out of public school because you can't keep a normal schedule and time feels skewed.

Although sceptic about the diagnosis, here is one of mine:

You know you're DID when you can sing a song written for a quatuor ... alone. (as a single physical person). (Right now, "Le poinçonneur des lilas", as sung by the Frères Jacques, in my case)

You know your DID when you find yourself missing half a pack of cigarettes. (this happens pretty often, including today)