Hi, we are a small system of five who's had a fairly easy life. The last one of us came to terms with being a Part in a System yesterday.
We are undiagnosed but on rereading the criteria for DID today I'd have to say it describes what has been going on in Teatime all her life.
Kas_Can_Fly wrote:How do you know, did you know fairly quickly or was it a gradual realisation?
Both.
Each of us had different levels of awareness of how our mind works.
Each one of us has their own timeline, but I didn't know that.
I was worrying at it repeatedly.
One Part of me has always understood instinctively what was wrong in the state of Denmark. Or, more literally, in the state of Teatime. I remember when I was just under three, for the first time imagining hovering above my own body. I was ill at the time, so being removed from all that was a positive experience for me and didn't scare me like it did the rest of us.
Some other Parts of me/Teatime were not originally so very different from the Others.
So some days I/Teatime would have fairly colourful memories. Not detailed, but more than mere signposts. It makes me sad now, looking back, that I didn't know about any of this. The others were leaving me all these signs and I just couldn't see them. My mind just kept sliding off.. and most importantly, it slid off the subject of the nature of my own memory as well.
It really helped me to read up on dissociation. Over time I bought I bought books, but really it was one of the Others. I read literature on the subject, but all the while I was stopping our hand. I'd go so far, and then I couldn't go any further,.. after a few days or weeks dissociation just became less interesting to me. Boring even. And then I'd throw the books out.
****TRIGGER SWITCHING****
The only memories I ever lost, were those of me switching in. It just felt like my body was halting md gait, like I was being awkward or clumsy. I'd turn one way, then the other. Or get this little twitch going on for a little while.. nothing to write home about. That's the bits I forgot. Switching. I was so scared of it, because of something that happened in our System, that I forgot all about it. ***** End TRIGGER *****
Yesterday I zoned out a little watching TV and then picked up my sketchbook.
Each of us took a turn in drawing a visual representation of themselves.
Dez drew a walkman with music spilling out of it.
Blue drew one of our tattoos I thought I'd chosen, but hadn't really, were another Note to Self I didn't quite get. The Others have been writing me emails for all these years, and I just thought I was leaving myself notes.
Nie drew a pair of glasses with smiley lenses and
Core drew a pint glass half full of water and signed it and added a big speechbubble next to each representation.
Then we all started writing about ourselves.
Or that is: I thought maybe I was just writing about myself. At first I felt really quite silly about it, although I could have sworn I wasn't feeling silly at all, because Parts of me weren't and the sensation seeps over.
My mind had glanced off my writing as well. Five distinctly different scripts and I have been blind to it.
I took the SCID-D online three or four times over the past decade and a half. It just seemed interesting at the time. Just researching, you know. It seemed so familiar, but not. Part of Teatime always knew, but I thought to myself "That's not what's going on
at all" And I believed every word I said/thought[/i]. I really didn't think I was holding something back.
Anyway, the SCID-D - we were always right in the golden middle of the range
I expected us to be in. Close but no cigar, move along, find myself interested in something else for a little while.
Things slipped my mind. I was just procrastinating.
So I guess the answer is - in hindsight I have always known. I never thought
I'd have a hotel room scene.. though I watched that movie more times than I can count LOL
How did you find out, did you accept it easily or did you fight it?
It was easier to accept the additional measured voice of reason,
who would on occasion debate with me while I was cycling to work. Just me thinking to myself, convincing myself.
Everybody has a little devil and angel sitting on their shoulder, so I've always debated in my thoughts.
But to accept that I am an equal Part of a person made up of five individuals,.. certainly took a long while.
but on another day I'd feel like I'd always known there was three different Parts of Teacake and that I was one.
The storyteller voice, grinding over the same information over and over, Core's dispassionately amused review of the world and
the little Helper in us who calmed herself by calming others. But after I turned 8 I never answered their calls.
the rest of us have known all our life. But not consciously. Not while Hosting.
Was it someone else who brought it to your attention, or were you aware of it before?
For me, it's been a looooong trail of breadcrumbs. In the last three days it all clicked together for me, but Parts of myself have been guiding me to that realisation all my life.
What age did it develop in retrospect, what age were you when you realised?
I had some physical and emotional issues between age 2 and 4 and
emotional issues only between 4 and 8 years old.
Just an unfortunate series of events.
Two Parts stopped communicating in our System, one at 8 (only sharing signposts instead of full memories) and one at 12 (the one who wrote most of this post).
Now I feel awake, I have known as far back as I can remember.
do any of you not know at all but are just aware of different parts of you.
Yes, it used to freak me out something chronic. I'd ask a question of myself, thinking ok, if this is what's going on with me, then someobdy should anwer now and then I'd answer myself. Or so I thought. To be safe. Because it would be silly to think yourself into a disorder. Or so I thought.
All that fuss.. it made life so much harder for all Parts of me.
How do you find out you have the alters and their identities, do you help them find an identity or do they have it defined by the time you've met them?
Drawing a map of my/our mind is a great tool for me. If I hadn't done that yesterday I'd still be sitting here wondering if I am Five or not. Or which of the Five I'd identified I might be.. It creeped me out that I could be so sure one day and then not identify with that certainty at all.
For me they were all always there, but as I made try after try at a system map I just wasn't sure they weren't only traits of mine.
The steps I took to try and figure out if this was the way my mind was structured was (with vast periods of time between each):
- read up on dissociative spectrum
- find a name/designation you can call groups of aspects of yourself that are at odds with each other. They don't have the same goals, their morality might be scaled slightly differently. The way you feel in differing situations.
Names/designations give you a great way to call out to different "aspects of yourself" while you are thinking/relaxing.
I started doing that about two or three years ago, not really believing it all the while, but all the other Parts of Teatime where listening.
If you could sum what DID is to you in 1 sentence what would it be?
Not knowing that I had forgotten large chunks of my life.
It was all there, only they were just signposts, not full memories (because they hadn't been made by that aspect of Teatime, and two other Parts weren't sharing everything) and I couldn't tell the difference.
I would have sworn I had an average memory. I often wished I had a better memory. I was obsessessed with finding out all about how it worked, but never dared take a closer look at mine.
Edited to add: Does your head feel too crowded sometimes, do your alters fight for space?
More so when I used to be rude (or downright mean) to myself in my thoughts. Or so I thought. We were just being rude to each other.
Our System was very violent, but I just thought, that some days I didn't like some aspects of myself very much.
For me it was important to be friendly to myself. I needed to forgive myself a little bit. So I stopped swearing to/at myself so much.
When I did it, my next thought would be a friendly voice saying "I thought I wasn't going to do that anymore

" or a picture of a swear tin would come into my mind with a big fat dollar sign on it. And I'd laugh to myself and remember to think nice

And as my thoughts became a little less violent and a little more accepting of the entirety of my personality, my mind felt less crowded.
Glad I wrote that out

Hope it makes sese

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