Fire with FireThings with Sharon, body's grandmother, have been going nowhere but down hill as of late. Long story short we come home & see by chore list she expects a lot more from us. Here's where the juciy part comes in. We admitt we don't do much around the house, but it's all about 'acting like Brittany' well now that she expects us to do what we'd usually do if not hiding, we shall hide no more. It'll be difficult, with proes & cons, but as the title says.....wish us luck, we'll update you.
Age Jumping?Hello, I'm curious to know if any of you have anyone in your system that does what our system calls age jumping. Using me for an example (because I do it); I'm 50 years old, but if triggered by something that happened to me when I was let's say, 5, I'll become 5 again, only remembering my life up untill that point in time, until I feel safe enough somehow to be 50 again. When I'm back to 50, I won't remember anything that happened. Questions & comments, as well as answers of course, are welcome. Thank you.
To Be An Alter
What is it too be an alter? Nobody thinks about what we have to go threw. They call us monsters, parasites, fake, bad, evil, killers, crazy, fucked up, a disease.
When do people get to see us for what we really are? We are just trying to help. To fit into a world that doesn't want us in it. We are real people. We have feelings. We have souls. We go threw pain. Maybe more then you. But nobody sees that. They see the host. And their forbidden pain.
We take it away. We are the protectors. The pain you feel is ours now. We feel your depression, your sadness, your pain. But if we try to relive the pain we take from you, only because we love you, only because that's what family does for each other, you push us away. People call us evil or bad. They want to get rid of us, horrible creatures, parasites we are. How dare we cut the body.
Why not? Its our body too. We live in it. Its as much of your as it is ours. Yes, we may live in your headspace, but does that mean that we are not allowed to e
A Cold and Windy GreyIt started on a cold and windy, grey day.
What they all thought would pass by,
But instead stayed, grew and festered,
Eating away at the very soul it dwelled in.
She sat alone on the grass,
Wind whipping her hair around her face and shoulders,
Hands clenching fist-fulls of the soft lush green.
Eyes watching the many shades of grey,
As the clouds sped by overhead.
She had always been a lonesome child,
Never more than one friend at a time.
And yet somehow this was different for her.
She enjoyed being by herself, but this feeling,
This loneliness felt like a weight in her stomach.
The leaves changed colors and fell to the ground,
But the girl took no notice, still, she sat.
Her mind occupied by the dull empty weight,
Gnawing away at her mind, her body,
Constantly there, never gone, never sleeping.
It was in the cold and desolate winter
That the girl finally found a friend.
Her friend taught her how to overcome the weight.
How to feel something other than emptiness.
He, The Puppet"A string through your body...from your feet up to your head...holding you up...keeping your head held high..."
Her words echoed in his mind. His arms held out away from him and his head up, he looked similar to the crucified image of christ. His hair was shaggy and tangled, and tears were dried on his face. He tilted his head back slightly and looked upward. "If only I had known..." he whispered. "If only I had been smarter...not blinded by love..."
"Silence!" The word rang throughout the large room. He winced and his eyes began to tear up once again. "Yes, mistress..." he whimpered. Shivers ran through his body as her laughter flowed from above.
His left arm jerked upward and he winced the familiar tugging pain in his palm. He glanced at his hand and saw the nearly invisible string going upwards. The connecting wound had begun to bleed again. His
I guess that's one
way to describe me.
Floating between personalities
Drifting from reality to
or as I prefer to call them
Once the sun goes down,
that's when they become
Whatever you want to call them,
they are a constant nuisance.
Memories attacking my subconscious
until they find a weak point.
Tearing their way into my conscious mind
Sinking their wicked teeth
into any form of happiness they happen upon.
Swallowing it whole,
SwitchingUp and at 'em, time to wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast and off you go.
People arguing at the stop while waiting for the bus. You try to get through,
they get mad but you ignore them, you got to get to
work is over. You're getting ready to go home, slightly confused as you look for how the day went by so fast, remembering slightly that you made cards that day on the computer and brush it away as getting lost in the moment of creativity and your poor memory.
Walking home till you get to the door and get on the computer around 6 pm, having fun with a friend, till somebody comes in, and yells at you for something you didn't do.
Its getting late you're sorry you didn't mean it, its late and you're sorry
you didn't mean it.
Its late, almost nine and you really need to get offline because
its time for lunch.
You choke on a hamburger, tomato and letus in it, you hate tomatoes in your hamburgers. Friend asks if you had fun on the outing wedn
DID and the Illusion of SelfThe study for the cause and proof of being gay is not about being gay. It is about being straight. It is about sexuality. It is about love and lust and chemical reactions causing us to perceive emotions.
The study for the cause and proof of DID should not be about having DID. It should be about being singular. About having one mind. About having a mind. About having a "self".
"I." What is this concept? I? How did it come to be?
Humans are animals. Advanced animals. We recognize the "self". We can even recognize existence in other beings. But what causes this existence? In the end, we're all just chemicals. Just neurons firing, telling us what to think and feel.
One day in the future, machines will be able to think and feel. We'll have to make a decision; what measure is non human?
These machines will likely be able to run different programs. Be able to wear the mask of different people, react differently based off of what their coding is telling them to. What will happen when they get
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