Una wrote:In another thread (
DID Forum: blacking out) I described recovery from DID as similar to being pregnant. Well, in a very real and important sense this man is the father of my new self that I am in the process of creating.
Okay... I am not sure I want to do this but for well over a year now I have resisted the urge to share something very personal, and an event this week has caused the urge to surge. Maybe it is time to stop resisting. So here goes. This is a painful post to write, perhaps also to read, but hopefully not triggering for anyone.
Yesterday morning Alter 5 shared a fantasy with me. (Other people have pointed out to me that Tuesdays tend to be big days for me; I don't know why.) I think she dreamed it. She dreamed of being with the man she loves in person, meaning she moves out of the dissociative void into the body, out in front, and is able to talk to him directly. (She has never done this, never even taken full executive control although now and then she does talk through me to tell my husband and therapist she loves this man.) Anyway, back to her fantasy. They are standing in a parking lot between our vehicles. He is leaving, and angry, but he stops to listen. She tells him who she is and that she loves him but she cannot live like this and she needs to integrate with me. And when that happens she/we will be different and likely will not feel the same way about him anymore. Integration will happen soon, so this is goodbye forever. And in her fantasy he understands and weeps and hugs her, and in that moment she and I/we integrate.
This is so emotionally painful for me, I cannot begin to put in words how it feels other than it is a messy mixture of grief and love and compassion and rage.
Clearly her fantasy is a variation on a profound dream I had back in January 2011, a few days after my first therapy session and months before I had any idea that I am a multiple or knew anything about dissociated identities. That dream was as follows.
I am aware that I am dreaming. I am in my therapist's office, alternately in my body and out of body watching myself, along with the T and the other man. The other man does not want to be there. There is tension between us. We argue (I cannot hear and do not know what we argue about) and the arguing escalates to wrestling on the floor, both of us crying. And then suddenly I experience myself in my body and in some way I am dissolving and merging with/into something. Something in me or around me, not the other man. I am not experiencing an orgasm, only the sensation of complete dissolution of self that sometimes comes with an orgasm.
At that moment I woke from the dream to find myself in my bed next to my sleeping husband. My body was hot and sweating heavily and I was panting. With shock I realized my body was in the last stage of labor. To any woman who has given birth or miscarried without anesthesia, the physical sensations are unmistakable. There is intense stretching and contraction of the round ligaments of the uterus, massive dilation of the cervix, and long and very powerful rhythmic contractions of the uterus itself. And a feeling of turning inside out. All extremely painful. Pressing my hand on my lower abdomen I could feel all this going on inside. But of course there was no baby. The labor took about 10 minutes to finish (all my labors were fast) and incredibly my writhing and panting and moaning loudly into my pillow did not wake my husband. When it was finished I woke him and told him what had just happened to me. I told him I did not understand why but I knew ultimately it did not have much to do with the other man but was something happening in me. My clothing and the bedding were wet so we changed them, then we went back to sleep. The rest of that day I was emotionally raw and physically sore and exhausted, just like after my other labors.
I am so very glad that even before we married I told my husband about my strange experiences of being possessed, of hearing voices, of losing time. And that when things got weird with the other man I told my husband all about that too, and entered therapy. Perhaps due to these earlier disclosures, he has been able to hear me tell about each of these dreams without upset. He is so calm and steady about all of this, he amazes me.
Whew. That's heavy. On a lighter note, this situation reminds me of a silly song,
I'm My Own Grandpa. Naturally, there is a Wikipedia article about it.
Wikipedia: I'm My Own Grandpa