ALEX: Prior to diagnosis, my memory and symptoms were getting worse for a couple of years, and I think the main way I held things together was by a set of rules I made for myself, about what must be accomplished, what normal people do'/think/feel, etc. Now I know I (we) were not normal for non-DID people, but just pretending, basically. Life is about living, and doing what needs to be done, and going through the journey. I comprehend that this is part of our story. I get that all these mental gymnastics were both necessary to live and at the same time in the way of living.
But there is another part of me who is so devastated by this reality that s/he cannot bear to be seen in public, feels ashamed and as though she has been pretending to be who "we" are and is not genuine.
Unnamed: I am that part. I feel so strange being with other people now, or even by myself. I don't know what is "me" and what is not me. I used to say, if it's my body doing it, it's me doing it. Which is true in one way, the typical kind of sanity. But if you have DID and think that way, it's denial. I don't know how to relate to anyone anymore. I am afraid of who I might be with other people. I always had this sense that I was acting as if things were all right, and always in my head was this sense of, "they don't know the truth about me, and that's as it has to be," and I know that is a common feeling for people to have. I didn't know the truth was this! Thanks to other people on this forum for helping me understand these feelings are pretty typical for someone newly diagnosed.
I know now that I am very weak, but other parts of me are strong in being able to cope with life. When the coping parts are not around, I don't function well, and I feel afraid or strange in other ways. But then sometimes I don't know where the fear comes from. I used to think I just had an anxiety disorder but now it seems this free floating anxiety comes at times from other parts of me who are afraid of all kinds of things. Is this all I am, a pitiful and confused person overwhelmed by mysterious influences from inside and from life? How do I have any value?
ALEX: I know it is painful for you, but you are important. Your value is in your flexibility, it seems. You have more capacity to find things out than I do. You think you are lost without me, but I am equally lost without you. If you weren't there, we couldn't orchestrate our smooth presence.
We don't really know how it works but unnamed seems important for keeping us looking unified.
Now I wonder if I should post this. Maybe I will, in case others can relate or give us hints on how things might work.