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Old Dec 12, 2009, 09:07 AM
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Well I did not want to answer this as it requires truth telling. Yes, I do at times have a big problem with this. So far I have been blessed with nothing bad happening. In the past - about 15 yrs ago, I would actually get upset about something and get in the car to just leave the situation and an alter would take over an I would find myself in some other state. That was frightening for me. But I could not stop driving as I had no other way to get to college or to work. So I had to take my chances. It was at that time I was getting into counselling - so that helped a lot.

This year I have been working with trauma issues and my angry alter holds most of the pain. When she gets angry, that is hard because she will come forward in force and take over. If we are driving, it can be a battle to make her stop acting out. I have pulled over before at my T's office just to sit in the driveway and cry or let Mick get angry and yell. T knows I use his parkinglot as my safe zone durring the week this way - it is about 1/2 way home from work - so that is perfect for us. But like yesterday when going into work, we were covering the late shift for someone and could not find a parking space. And a semi truck was blocking the one open space. Of course Mick wanted to ram the back of the semi parked there - yeah like that would accomplish anything! But I am in charge enough to take over the body and stop those things. We did get into the space and managed to come less than a hair away from hitting the wall where we parked with the front of the car. And it is our first new car! So I was not happy with Mick about that. Ended up walking into the office and she did kick the heck out of the metle locker downstairs. Thankfully it already had tons of dents - but that was wild.

It is not easy being us :-)
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Thanks for this!
anderson