The internet truly does free the creative
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?
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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