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Well...I'm me but not the me that was here before. That was nutz. The insanity of body fighting is not as prevalent as before. We do switcharoo, but not in a selfish kind of use too way.
Got nobody to talk to about this thing. Just turned 50, spouse wife is gone, the kid moved out, still got Cleo the dog (besty).....and **** still moves around, disappear, appear, memory loss, time loss, you know all the creepy stuff that comes with this condition. Getting more used to it even though this is the normal forever. Got this here computer instead of iPad so it's easier to gripe. This **** is getting old. Having alters is getting more and more accepted, but it still is messed up. It seems that there is always a bunch of us present at the same time all the time. It often feels like a few of us trying to do at the same time, like walking to the car....I feel several changes in body feel....jerky movements and mental being. Every moment is a battle to stay on control. I work about 52-70 hours a week to stay focused on task to not be so switchy. Free time is scary because there is no telling what would happen. The other night...I heard a female voice say "here, you can have the body back.." then out of the daze I found my self once again sorta girled out. Not happy, but what can you do? At least we know that at work we can not be found out so very Other needs to stay incognito to look singular. This gets so tiring. Ever feel like you a compulsed to explain yourself- the unexplainable? I'd rather be physically deformed or blind or something then this ****. Hope everyones doing good who ever you are. Always alone. Always misunderstood. Always laughed at. Always shunned. Always rejected. Always Changing (see what I did there? lol) This name is stupid, but whatever. I thinking about grounding techniques...but what do we ground to? **** changes so much...like it's got any hope of working :/ kinda fading off....later. |
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts! I've often wished I had been born intersexed. That way I would have some physiological justification for what has always gone on in my brain. Unfortunately I wasn't. So I'm just left with weird...
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Intersex? I call it an invasion.
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