We go through this week after week. Every Other has an outfit that they want to wear each day. We shower twice a day, epilate every other day, change (uh-humm) under wear 2-3 times a day because of style and color....

Lets not even talk about the shoe thing let alone the make up style...

Then lets not even talk about getting dressed for Walmart! Omg! Its guys verses girls!

Y'all know what I mean?

Haha... Thats funny

[amandalouise]

I never had this problem which ever alter was in control when it was time to get dressed thats what was worn. I mean we couldnt very well change our clothes constantly because that would have drawn attention to the fact that I had been abused and had DID. can you imagine being in school and getting triggered from body born to rainy and saying sorry teacher I have to go home and change Im not amanda so not wearing amanda's clothes. or out side playing with friends or at work. you get the picture. my whole system was on the mid set of do not tell, keep the secrets. not to mention my parents did not allow my siblings and I to change our clothes. in my family you got dressed in the morning and thats what you wore all day long until it was time to go to sleep, if my parents had allowed me to change my clothes constantly my mother would never had the time to work and raise a family. she would be home washing washing washing. drying drying drying. add to that as a child we did not have the money to buy complete wardrobes for every alter, to do that my parents would have needed to know I had DID, had alters, and many jobs to pay for complete wardrobes. even unmentionables would have been impossible to keep each alter in their own style and color.

my internal system found other less obvious to the public, ways to show their differences without calling attention to each other, so that their existence and secrets were not told.

Originally Posted by amandalouise

I never had this problem which ever alter was in control when it was time to get dressed thats what was worn. I mean we couldnt very well change our clothes constantly because that would have drawn attention to the fact that I had been abused and had DID. can you imagine being in school and getting triggered from body born to rainy and saying sorry teacher I have to go home and change Im not amanda so not wearing amanda's clothes. or out side playing with friends or at work. you get the picture. my whole system was on the mid set of do not tell, keep the secrets. not to mention my parents did not allow my siblings and I to change our clothes. in my family you got dressed in the morning and thats what you wore all day long until it was time to go to sleep, if my parents had allowed me to change my clothes constantly my mother would never had the time to work and raise a family. she would be home washing washing washing. drying drying drying. add to that as a child we did not have the money to buy complete wardrobes for every alter, to do that my parents would have needed to know I had DID, had alters, and many jobs to pay for complete wardrobes. even unmentionables would have been impossible to keep each alter in their own style and color.

my internal system found other less obvious to the public, ways to show their differences without calling attention to each other, so that their existence and secrets were not told.

Very very true. We did, too- totally afraid of being noticed. Even dressed down to blend in. But when you get this old @48, we kinda don't care anymore. So very tired of the effort it takes to appear normal even though we always come across as lacking and abnormal. We are in the middle of another life change- who's to be in charge? Like always, at another crossroad to a different life path. The last one gave up, or was actually voted out of office. My closet has a his and her side and its just me.

Ya I wear a unform to work that gets coated (literally) with mud and dust. Even when I'm not dirty I can't stand wearing it. It seems the fems are totally clothes crazy, an outfit for everything, whatever. It helps not being in school either, like 28 years ago.

I just want to add myself is that I'm so sick of sitting in the back seat. It's my turn to drive!