Friends I’ve Never Met

A lovely post from Penny Wilson

Penny Wilson Writes

I’ve been blogging off and on now for 6 plus years.  In that time, I’ve seen bloggers come and go.  I’ve done the same thing.  There has been times when my blog went cold for months and at other times I’ve written every day.

If you spend much time on WordPress, you get to know a person’s writing style.  There are bloggers I seek out, if I don’t happen to see them in my Reader Feed, because I especially enjoy their blog.

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My Grandson

Say hello to Milan!

IreneDesign2011

Klaus og Milan 3

Here you see my son Klaus with his son Milan, short after the birth

Milan 1

Little Milan

Klaus og Milan 4

Just arrived home

Milan 4

Cute Milan

Klaus og Milan 2

Milan & Dad

Milan 3

Milan is growing so fast

Milan 2

Milan for his first Christmas

I haven’t visited my little Grandson yet, but it will come in the new year

I hope, that you enjoyed to see my Grandson and sorry for letting you wait for so long time

Happy New Year to all of you

Irene

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Dissociative Identity Disorder: Isolation and the Fear of Rejection

The internet truly does free the creative
mind.

I hear that my blog is interesting, creative,
provocative, and sometimes full of shit.

I’m OK with that.

I’m OK with rejections of my disembodied
selves and their ideas.

I like the idea of meeting with other bloggers
but dread the thought of doing it.

I’ve seen video of other patients with DID.

What does my DID look like in real-time?

How young do I act when Bobby is out; and how
feminine is my behavior when Sara is out?

Portrait of an avatar posed to illustrate a dissociative alternate named Sara
Sara, 2017

In real-time, people don’t see the idea.

Before my symptoms worsened in 2011, I enjoyed
giving parties; I had a large circle of friends: people
with whom I shared ideas.

Six years later, I am almost completely isolated;
I see my partner and my therapist.

I discuss the isolation in therapy and my therapist
and I agree that I need to do something about it.

But I don’t.

I stopped going to ‘therapy’ groups at Kaiser because
I felt laughed at and disbelieved.

Rejection is more painful and humiliating when you
see it in someone’s eyes.

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