Mirror mirror on the wall...

...who is that???

*shattered sanity hates mirrors and pictures of herself*

ugg makes me feel sick thinking about it

Exactly....it's so like sickening. I cry sometimes.

hmm... interesting...
you wont find many pictures of me, i will break the camera or run away :/
dunno why
people have stopped trying to take pictures of me now hehe

Sherri: I've maybe taken 3 selfies ever. I'm always the picture taker, never the subject because it's all wrong and not right.

It's like I can't accept what I see, then I never remember what we look like. I only see me from my shoulders down, and I try to make that acceptable. The Others gave up fighting me over it.

i've taken 0

and it will probably remain that way

I'm the opposite. I always take selfies- not because I'm vain but because I find it grounding/brings me back to reality. My default is often still a child, so it helps to look at a photo of myself and say "Oh right, I'm not actually 7. I'm 34!"

Wow, what a concept. We just end up staring into the blackness of the eye's pupil in the image searching....wondering...confused....till we can't endure it any longer.

Hello,

Just like you, seeing a stranger in the mirror could send me for a loop. My advice; stay away from mirrors! Until things settle down for you soemtimes that's all that can be done.

When I was living life actively DID I found looking in the mirror really unsettling. I even remember the first time it happened to me. After that whenver this happened it was like my head didnt register the same way, instead of rejecting and going crazy about this my head somehow accepted and went along with this. It became an accepted thing that made no sense to me but just was.

When I was in therapy and actively trying to get my life and sense lf self intact, jsut as chesire grins says old photos came in handy. They served as reference points for me, conneccting me to specific times and events or expereinces.

Then since I did have some memories I even tried to match up what I remembered with photos that were taken over the years. My memeory is visual and my memory is basically like a big album with snapshots held in time. Comparing my memory snapshots to actual photos (which, thank god, were actually dated when the film was developed) helped me get back in touch to and verified what I remembered as to where I had been during certain years and who I had once lived as.

Whenever we do something that only upsets us the simplest solution is walk away and give it a rest for awhile. Nurture those practices that are good for ourselves and dont give a lot of time to those things that rattle us or tear us down.

Take care now.