Hit and Run

So far, the new job is everything we could want. Sadly, we just need to get use to moving around and such again.

I recently was talking to a few people about there experiences in psychology classes, each person seemed to have a similar story, but this is the general thing I guess:
When getting into the part of dissociation, every teacher with a PhD seems to say Dissociative Identity Disorder is in the DSM, but it’s a myth.
How… how did they get there degrees?

I’ve talked to Gail about it, she laughed pretty hard. She said to me some people don’t believe in what they haven’t experienced. However it’s really hard for me to swallow….. how can you get your PhD and claim things don’t exist when there are documented proof of DID?
The study at Oxford when they woman who was blind switched in a functional MRI, and suddenly could see….
The study done at Yale and Harvard where there volunteers switched and they saw the physical change within the brain…

How is there no proof? Another friend of mine said in her forensic psychology class, her teacher said DID was an excuse to not take accountability. We never chose to have DID, nor did the person who is on trial. But sometimes yes, we have alters that can’t be out without causing damage or problems…. I was fortunate enough to learn how to use lock up.
I just can’t understand people who study the brain for a living…. they seem more idiotic then other doctors.

Brief

This will be brief, apologies for the super, SUPER over due post.
We finally got a job (hurrah!) and are excited to finally leave the house, we are also excited to finally be able to pay bills.
We have been practicing what to do and what not to do at work… so hopefully everything will go well. Hex has fit in well, he has started to mingle more with the others and is feeling more welcomed now.
We are starting to hit the end of our Consciousness stage, Gail explained will soon be starting on the path of co-existence, and taking that one more step towards our end goal.

Again, I am sorry it’s brief.

Update… Again

It’s been a while, and I’m sorry for that. Things where extremely hard for a while, but now everything is lined up a bit better.
We were admitted into the hospital for a while, we where having dissociation episodes where I would be in random places with no memories of getting there. It was extremely scary, and I was starting down the suicidal path again.

While within the hospital, we learned we have a new alter who surfaced, and also that there are others deep within my mind that are… ‘asleep’ as he put it. When we got out, Gail explained that it was common to have dormant alters, because we no longer needed there help. However if the time where to come, they will reawaken and help us when we need them.
Our newest addition is Hex, he is extremely charismatic and very much an extrovert. He’s playful and adventurous, so I think he is more of a side I wish I was. I’m not entirely sure.

We finally have obtained employment, and have ridden ourselves of the place who did more harm then good. So hopefully everything will work out well for us in the end…

Sorry this is sort, just tired today, had a very bad migraine last night.

In Circles

Apologies, it’s been a while.

To pick up from where my last post was, that day my husband came home and said that this person called him at work. He told me how unreasonable I was being, and how I was in the wrong. I let him read everything between me and the person, however all I got was ‘I guess I kind of see where you’re coming from, but you’re over reacting.’
That phrase just made me sting in pain, I told him I was sorry I couldn’t understand his point of view, but he just decided to not speak to me anymore.
I called my best friend, she helped me remain calm enough to figure out my plan for the night. I went and stayed with my mother, there dog seems to hate everyone, I also got to skype with my best friend.
I wasn’t able to sleep, at all. The next morning at 5AM I left and went home, husband was already gone, but I tried everything I could to remain busy…. then suddenly the wire just broke.
I attempted to kill myself, though the first blade I used was horrible, I went to get a better one and low and behold my husband suddenly walks in. I don’t remember much, he told me I tried to take the car keys, I wanted to try and OD but he took my meds, I tried to electrocute myself, and even tried not taking my meds… but he said if he had to take me to the hospital to IV feed them to me I he would.
He never once called my psychologist, or even tried to get me help. He just watched me like a hawk. The next day he sat down and talked to me about it, he apologized for acting the way he did, I still wasn’t in a great place.
I didn’t really get better until a few days ago, well completely feeling better anyways. Xero’s depression levels have stabilized after that, he’s back to his normal self. Vera says Xero was probably the one behind the suicidal feelings, but then again I can’t really blame him…. the whole situation hits hard. Alice and Una have fixed Rok’s prison, he seems to be resting peacefully again.

This last week and a half have been extremely hard on me. I have tried many times to tell myself it’s alright…. but honestly? It’s really not. I wish I could make others understand, instead of this all being if-you-have-it-you-understand sort of deal. It’s frustrating and aggravating, and sometimes I wish I could just live in my dark hole until the apocalypse… but sadly it doesn’t work like that.

Cracks

There are things that people say, and don’t realize the damage those words can cause. I understand everyone has problems, trust me, but using words as weapons do extremely bad damage. I was stuck in another state with a girl who did this to me daily, to the point Una forced a switch and made her sob.
She still tried, but the look Una gave her managed to keep her far from me, but instead she sent her minions to verbally attack… and it ended badly. They won’t speak to me, acknowledge my existence, and have basically shunned my husband over it. However that’s alright, they don’t try and reach out to him, so why does he have to try?

This past week, I had a similar situation, however it was with someone I loved and trusted. I can take a few things, honestly I can take quite a bit of beatings, and word stabbings now. However being told you are acting like someone who abused them mentally, verbally, and physically and also calls you lazy indirectly?
That was a weapon I didn’t even see coming, and ended up hurting me to the point I collapsed.
They don’t understand what they said to me, I told them to go and live with someone else, and they just think I am overreacting… let me explain why I think it’s the safest bet here…

They wounded me to the point deep within me, Rok’s prison cracked. Due to this, he’s slowly, trying to force his way out, causing the crack to lengthen. They have woken something that fractured my mothers knee, that did such harm to my brother, and almost broke my husbands legs….
He is dangerous, and needs to remain in that prison.
It will take time to repair the damage, the others are already trying too, but if they keep coming around, that crack will spread, then when it shatters…. god help whoever is in the house with me. Rok is pure, to the fullest extent, rage. He will rage until he physically can’t anymore… he will harm anyone or anything in his way. I don’t need him fucking up my service animal, my pets, or my husband…

The effect words can have is utterly bone chilling, most don’t even realize this when they say things. I am also guilty of this, I have said some pretty messed up things to people. However I have never once compared someone to my Father, the people who abused me in school, my Mother, or anything or the sort. I have never once called someone lazy due to there chronic illnesses and pain… or even indirectly said it to someone.
The damage that could cause is astronomical, so no one should even think of doing that to someone who also shares the same issues…. they are like the rest of the disabled community, which is why I think it felt worse then a stab wound, which I have had…

Ying and Yang

The last week has been… tough. Putting Khala in lock up has taken a toll on me and the others, Vera is doing a wonderful job, but she knows it’s not her line of expertise. We went and saw the neurologist, our back pain has now descended into our legs, a deep aching kind of pain.
We’ve been placed on a neuro painkiller, and therapeutic doses of naperson. We’re still fighting with cigna, still fighting with Banner, still trying to just… function.
My husband and I talked in depth about what happened over the weekend, he apologized and said he would be more verbal about when he needs time or space. I also apologized for poking him with a stick basically.

Today we saw Gail, it went extremely well for the most part. I explained my frustration with my situation still, and how all of us are effected by this. We spoke about how the more medical problems we seem to have, the more we can’t help but wonder what else could there be.
But of course we just are agitated with everything and don’t want more things.
I was a hard, yet relieving session, Merlin even seemed to notice it was a much needed vent. She called and spoke with the psychiatrist whose receptionist told me I can’t bring my Service Dog due to people having allergies. He told her he will have a talk with her, and I was welcomed to go back and see him.
It made me feel a little better to know I have Gail backing me.

I recently read the new replacement bill for obamacare. They are making coverage for mental health ‘optional’ for insurance companies. It would effect me poorly, as 3 of my 4 doctors are covered under mental health, and 98% of my medication is through those doctors. Without my specialists, I won’t be able to function… I need them. It’s breaks my heart sadly that people think Mental Health isn’t important like ‘Medical Health’… We sometimes wonder if they ever stop to think that Mental and Medical could be the same thing…
Just because I don’t have a medical issue that doesn’t effect my daily life doesn’t mean my PTSD and DID doesn’t. I honestly am terrified of what will happen these next 4 years, and I am dreading this replacement, due to the negative effects it will have on not only us, but the rest of the mental health community. We are people too, just because it’s under a different name doesn’t mean we don’t deserve the same respect as someone with diabetes or something else.

Black Splatters

The last few days have been odd. First, we all had come to the decision to put Khala into Lock Up… it wasn’t easy, but she said the moment she gets the chance, she will kill herself and take us all with her.
Due to the threat, we had to lock her up, we didn’t have a choice.

Then two days later someone Khala duped wanted to just talk to me, he said he noticed something was off, but he made the choice to ignore it. So it was his fault for believing her, and that he wanted to still be friends.
A bit of background on him, I have known him for 4 or 5 years via gaming. He knows I have DID, and has met a few others besides Khala. I told him I will talk to my husband, but that turned into a giant ball of mess.
He doesn’t seem to want to trust that ‘lock up’ will work. Its stressful, and hard to explain. I attempted to have Gail explain it to him, but that only seemed to make it worse. He said it wasn’t emergent, but the stress of it was what was chasing issues, and sadly I ended up switching to Alice for a few hours.

Then due to Khala destroying my husbands bank account, and him disputing the charges, my email account is gone. I had to make a new one… I have been telling people who don’t know I was hacked. It seems easier then explaining the real situation.
So I had to change my e-mail on everything, and go down to the attorney generals office and give them my new e-mail address.
When we got home, I told my husband about my neurologist appointment and I needed money for the co-pay, I didn’t hear him the first time so I asked what he said and he yelled at me ‘I will think of something’ I told him he didn’t have to yell, but I guess he said it for the third time…
He then started tapping his keys hard, I told him I was sorry if I upset him and not to do that, he said he wasn’t, then he slammed a bunch of his keys. I said he didn’t need to do that, and he said ‘You’re accusing me, so I might as well do something to deserve it.’

I went and cried in the bathroom before Alice numbed me out. Everything is getting harder for me since Khala’s lock up. Everyone has to get use to her not being around, including me. Due to the sudden rip, I am having a hard time with stress, and sadly, understanding things. I feel like I am being belittled by my husband, I know it isn’t like that, but that’s how it feels. I feel extremely small in this house, like if I stay in it I am going to suffocate.
I feel incomplete and it sucks really bad.