All the time...it's even the wrong sex.

It's like were in a constant state of dissociation, like dp/dr. The body feels like a shell that works by invisible thought commands. It never feels like I'm doing the things it does.

Oh, and looking in the mirror is just horrible.

This is the way it's always been and have grown to accept it somewhat but still hate it.

I know that it's because of DID and that it will never change....doomed to endure.

I get these cuts and sores that I have no clue from where, how, when, and why sometimes.