That system feeling when,
“We don’t actually have a lot of physical trauma so-“
Huge flashback and muscle spasm because of it.
“Never mind.”
Today is judgment day. My appointment is in like 40 minutes. Totally not freaking out.
I’m either going to cry, have an anxiety attack, or switch out. I hope I switch out but I really hope it happens DURING the appointment so the doctor can see it happen.
I have a psychological examination in a week. It’s four hours long and a two hour drive to get there. It’s been scheduled for months and I had been trying to get an appointment for literal years. I’m hoping that I’ll get diagnosed with DID among other things because of it (that’s the whole reason for the appointment) , but I am terrified of what the outcome will be.
Basically there are three ways this can go.
They tell me I don’t have it and I believe them. If this happens I will most likely cave to denial. Not forever but it’ll probably be at least a few months before I try to talk to my alters again. Might end up front stuck because I don’t believe they’re real. (All of that of course assuming I DO have it and the doctor gets it wrong) if they say I don’t have it I probably don’t and yes this means I can try to rehabilitate and live my life without alters, but I’m also going to feel like a shit human being for even INSINUATING that I have this disorder, let alone placating it.
They tell me I don’t have it and I don’t believe them. In the scenario, whether the explanation the doctor told me are bullshit or even if they say they ‘don’t believe in the disorder’, whatever the reason I have to go through this whole process again, anxiety and frustration and all. So let’s hope it’s not this.
They tell me I DO have it. This is genuinely probably the least messy outcome. I will most likely believe them just because they specialize in this area (assuming they believe in the disorder). The downside with this (aside from the obvious point of it all being real and incurable) is that the ONE other time I got validation from a mental heath professional (who was coincidentally the only mental health professional I talked to about this for more than five minutes and was also trauma informed) the ONLY time anyone said ‘yeah that very well may be what’s happening’ the system got so out of hand so fast. I could no longer push away my alters with the excuse of ‘they may not be real anyways’. And because I couldn’t use that reasoning to keep things in check everything went haywire for a few weeks until I could convince myself that we still don’t know if they’re real. So yeah. If it plays out like this things are going to be so hectic and stressful for a bit.
Either way, I’ll update you after the appointment and once I get the official diagnosis.
Isn’t it great when you have chest pain and whatnot? And because you have all sorts of undiagnosed physical issues AND you’re afab you just kinda have to deal with it and not let your anxiety eat you alive? Great right?
So…. We’ve noticed that when some of us front we aren’t always aware of certain memories until someone else mentions them. Like, if you asked us to list something funny we might not be able to, but if you say, ‘hey remember this specific funny thing that happened’ we’ll instantly recognize what you’re talking about. It’s like that memory is blocked until we’re told to remember it. Is that something you guys also experience? Is it totally normal? Please share the poll to get more answers.
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Thank you so much for your input/gen
I’ll be sure to take precautions and not spend too much time on it if I decide to do that. I mainly just want a place where I can look back at my experiences and possible help others find themselves as well.
-Apollo
[Box 1: Text: This system doesn't like being referred to as parts.
Box 2 Text: This system is asking you to stop calling us parts please.]
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Okay, so on amnesia, there’s this game that I’ve apparently played with my bf FOUR times now. And I don’t remember any of them. Until he told me today I didn’t even realize that I had played a fourth time. And I only knew about the first three because he had told me about them some point after we played.
It is absolutely insane to me how fully I can forget something like that. How totally absolute my brain is when blocking it out. I don’t remember us planning to play, getting ready to play, playing, wrapping up, or whatever we did after that. It’s absolutely insane. And apparently I’ve beat my boyfriend at it several times now.
It’s not an obviously triggering game either, it’s a basic fantasy monster slayer type board game using cats and other furry animal characters. I assume, I don’t remember ever playing it.
The weirdest part to me is that I don’t even remember missing anything. I have no clue when we played, or what we were doing before or after. It legitimately feels like it never even happened and all I have to go off of is my boyfriend’s word, which I do trust, it’s just so bizarre. It’s almost hard to believe any of it happened because of my complete and total lack or recollection of it.
Anyways, I’ve decided next time he brings it out we’ll have to record at least part of the game so I can look back on it.
When you’re a fictive with a tragic hero to villain to hero arc and you have a ton of source trauma that you don’t feel is valid and now you’re just homesick and guilt ridden and you can’t sleep cause SOMEONE drank a monster at 7 PM….
Anyways have a nice night guys
-Varian
Random person to my system friend: you like boba?
My system friend: it depends on my mood
Me: is that what we’re calling them now? Moods?
Me: proceeds to cry laughing
-Apollo
Please, feel free to ask anything
-us collectively