viiiljhviii wrote:And I feel torn between wanting to go back to escaping reality and just feeling undescribable guilt.
I've done research regarding similar stories and what could be 'wrong' with me, and I think I may have Dissociative Identity Disorder but on a level not quite as severe as others. I'm in no way one of those people who claim to have a mental disorder to appear interesting or cool. I want to be diagnosed so that I know the proper way to combat this.
What's holding me back though is that I don't want to admit what I've done to too many people. After all these years I've only recently told one of my friends, because I knew (since she herself has a mental disorder) she would be the most understanding. I know this is vague but, do you have any idea what might be the issue? Or if this is at least one symptom of DID? I just need a clue to base off of what this is.
Actually, this all sounds uncomfortably familiar. My alter Quato has been a prolific liar through much of our lives. Now often this would get us out of preposterous jams. Like I once worked for IBM and had my wages garnished suddenly for past unpaid bills. I was up for a huge long-desired promotion and it should have been disastrous! But he had a long, involved, entirely believable story that just flowed out my mouth about why that happened (to save my family) and suddenly I looked like a real hero to my bosses. It kind of made me sick and I had no idea it was him but I couldn't deny I had somehow turned that around in the blink of an eye. These whoppers came out of nowhere again and again and always got me out of trouble I should never have gotten into. So I was thankful for "my" ability.
Quato has lied many times, in many places. Sometimes I believe he took over briefly and lied, sometimes just fed me the lies, I don't remember. I got incompletes one semester at college and ended up just leaving before finals. Absolutely no frickin idea why at the time, but I was sure I was dying and went to southern Florida. I sent some insane letter to my fraternity claiming I was dying of some horrible unnamed disease. I was convinced I was dying from a sexually transmitted disease, although it turned out it was just seasonal affective disorder and a day or two after I arrived in Miami (more sunshine) the depression was gone. The whole thing was outrageous and totally unlike me or anything I'd ever done. It was out of character for me, but not for Quato. I returned to school a couple weeks later to a freaked-out fraternity, he somehow explained our way out of it, and I was shortly elected president. He at least has been successful at the lies. I've had to work hard to "stop doing that" over the years, basically curtailing his influence I never knew about because I didn't know about him.
Now this may not be an alter for you, it might be something you yourself did to fulfill an unknown need. If you or an alter tend to lie profusely, and constructing some major bogus online identity sounds like a whopper, I would suggest that you look at what you got out of it. How it made you feel. Nobody does things, certainly nothing as elaborate as you make it sound for no reason at all. Quato lied so profusely, he manipulated other people, or sometimes had me do it, because he was lied to and manipulated by our father in my place so I didn't have to have that happen to me. It made him slightly mad (insane-type mad) and certainly not trusting of anyone, let alone me. We've moved beyond that now and he's doing much better. He's still bitter but one thing he no longer does is lie, though he still retains the skill in case we need it.
I would suggest that you not divulge everything that happened unless or until you have to. I think you probably have enough internal stuff to deal with without having to bare your soul or all its guilt and shame on top of that. Forgive yourself, even if you hurt people. Look into why you did it, resolve not to repeat it, and certainly get some professional assistance. Not just to help you with what you did, but to help you in general.
Ah yes, the way Quato chose to announce himself to me was by going onto my Facebook account while I slept and changing my own photo for one clearly suggesting DID.