I've been incredibly depressed for I don't know how long. I think that's why they keep leaving me on my own hoping I'll process it. If I have another alter with me their emotions take over and I'm basically kinda living off their emotions but I'm actually really depressed.
My latest "excuse" for depression is my son. Its not an excuse, it's a valid reason but depression feels so self indulgent I feel like any "reason" must be and "excuse"
I've mentioned my eldest son here a couple of times. He had a trauma young and I reported it, he had play therapy. I ended up nearly having a breakdown and in 3day per week therapy myself because his trauma is what triggered my trapped memories. I beat myself up about it at the time so that's not what I'm beating myself up about, well it sort of is.
He disclosed one event but he'd been around that part of my family a lot more so I always feared there was more and he'd blocked it out. But he was 4 so I didn't push it or even know how I would push it. Plus he was seeing a child psychologist so I hoped that would mean anything he had trapped would come out when he saw the psychologist.
At about 12-14 he got in a lot of troubles at school. One time he adamantly claimed he hadn't done what they were accusing him of. There was witnesses and cctv. At home after talking to the teachers he was still adamant he didn't do it. Eventually after pointing out there were witnesses etc I asked him if maybe he'd done it but forgotten he'd done it. This made him angry, it looked like a switch, and he said he'd been lieing of course he remembered doing what he did. When he went to his room I broke down thinking maybe he was like me but I didn't push that with him and never mentioned it or told him what's wrong with me because I didn't want to put my issues onto him and put ideas in his head.
But I've seen different sides of him. 3 different sides. There's a fun sweet kid, one who talks really street and one who's very focused but has no boundaries on how he gets what he wants. But I keep that to myself I never asked him and I suppose I went in a denial where I said to myself it's "moods" I also said to myself I will talk to him about it if he comes to me with it and I won't say anything to him because also I was worried at a young age I'd put ideas of alters in his head and I didn't want to do that.
About 2 weeks ago his gf split up with him. His life had been stable, no trouble, he's got a really great apprenticeship. She split up with him on the week he'd taken off work to spend with her so he was alone miserable and nothing to do.
First he disappeared for hours alone with no money or phone and he had just been wandering around and said he didn't know where. Then he got a flight. I just kept trying to get him to eat and sleep properly, hug him, get him to watch something funny and listen to his heartbreak. Then that evening he after the incidents he came down to the kitchen and said "mom I need help"
He said sometimes he's himself and sometimes he's not. He said when he's not himself is when his pupils are big. He said "himself" was not around at the moment because he's too upset so only "not himself" was there. The focused one. And he was incredibly focused on getting the gf back. I confessed about myself and I told him its ok. I told him that "himself" will come back but that all of him is him. A few days later "himself" did come back and he's much more rational and isn't now that bothered by the gf, it was 2 weeks ago now. The guy who talks a lot of street talk was around breifly too and seemed fine now but he was really upset.
I'm absolutely devastated but I can't show my son that. I'm devasted that he has this what I have. I tell him it's ok, you have to learn to manage it (I told "not himself" and carefully told "himself" too a few days later without directly saying parts or anything I said "when you feel like this you need a plan to cope") He said they're just "not" and "is" But there's definitely 3.
I blame myself 100% if I didn't block out what happened to me as a small child I would not have put him near my uncle. Then I worry its genetic predisposition too. He got an IQ of 149 which isn't my fault but obviously it's partly that. I blame myself because as much as parts of me can hide to look all the same he's my child and must of innately picked up on subtle differences in me so then I think it's learned behavior plus trauma - so all my fault.
But forget being sorry for myself. That doesn't actually matter. I could beat myself up for the rest of my life its not going to change the fact that my son is like me. He'll have to live with this and that tares me to pieces.
Beth