by lifepuzzle » Thu Jan 03, 2013 1:56 am
I was going to spend more time on answer, but it's the fourth time my answer disappears down the data black hole because of some Internet problems that muck with the forum. I'm seriously pissed.
Long story short, I almost failed my first exam because of unusually long reaction times and the fact that I slow down to accomodate for all the tasks involved in driving when I'm in an area that requires more than I can provide. Getting transported is not an option, as I don't wish to involve family and/or friends, and taxi is the only other way of getting from point A to point B without driving yourself in my remote region, and that is too expansive (55$ for a ride from my home to the closest health center, which houses psychotherapy and other psychiatric services for people in the area on the behalf of the closest hospital that has a (relatively small) psychiatric unit.
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Reflection about accepting what happens no matter what is truly afflicting me
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In the end, whether I have DID or not does not really matter. What matters is that I get the proper care to stay functional and progress in life. I would think it'd be sad if I was just a liar, but on the other hand, the more I'm thinking, the less plausible it becomes, no matter what my dad says (thanks tomboy24[Kat, Cassie, The Hawk, Cassandra, L.C. & Luna, and others I perhaps forget] for the enlightening PM, more information on that below)
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The case of the "good" dad
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The more I'm thinking through this, the more I'm realizing perhaps my dad has a few issues of his own, not necessarily from childhood, but from living with my mother, who had her fair share of issues also. That does not excuse him in any way for anything. But, as I grow older, I've been told by others how it is important to stand up for your capacity at taking care of yourself, and not getting crushed by others. One of the coordinators from Project Morrocco is a distant cousin of my dad, so she is in the family, and one of the things she told me is that when I'm around my dad or someone from close family, I often repeat and follow the "Party line", and when they are gone, the way I act, look and behave can diverge significantly from that. She also told me how I was the "poster child" of the family, in a strange way. She's the only member of the family to have an idea of what it's like from the inside and the outside for me, because she and the other coordinator, whom I dearly miss, both have a massive formation in psychology and were able to tell something was/is wrong with me. They are the most helpful persons I've come across at listening and providing support and care for these issues.
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The evidence pointing to DID, and how being irrational about it makes me consider it even more
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There are lots of dissociative symptoms in my life right now. My DES score soared in the last three months, passing from a low 24 (shortly after the symptoms suddenly disappeared 7 months ago, leading me to denial, and now questioning; I'm thinking defense mechanism, as in trying to be normal no matter what) to a staggering ... 65 (just did the test, again, to be sure, scores are in the 60-70 range since two weeks), and yet, no alter manifestations, no voices, only strange recurring dreams and unusual or even undesired urges. The most mindbogging and mindscrewing dissociative symptoms right now are remembering whether I did something or only thought about it, or doing something and not remembering it. My intermittently dysfunctional short-term or work memory is pretty annoying too. Gotta take all that slowly. While finding a student job that will allow to make over 600$ net per month. Great.
Now, I'll hold to my resolution of making shorter posts that don't result in text walls.
See you later, me, "me", myself, our potential selves, we, I and "I" !
When you screw up, and nobody says anything anymore, it means that they gave up on you - Randy Pausch