Disclaimer: I know virtually nothing about Dissociative identity disorder (DiD). How about you?
Thanks to Mike and his inner family’s courageous blog (which includes informative posts like this), I’ve gratefully gained a bit of awareness. Perhaps you, dear reader, will take the time to learn too…
Mike (And the gang) blog from the Northeast U.S.. They say of their site: “We live with Dissociative Identity Disorder. We are a close-knit family system whose mission is to educate and entertain others about the reality of what it means to live with DiD. We invite you to our website and to learn more about us! You can interact us with there, as well, if you like. Most in our family love making new friends.”
According to them, “…every human on Earth has multiple personalities. We all talk to ourselves; Have internal dialogues.”
In trying to understand, I asked what they thought of this mainstream online definition of DiD. They answered, “The descriptions of DiD are always…”Sterile.” Describing DiD from a medical perspective is completely different from the subjective experiencing of it. While science claims that alters are defense mechanisms, living with alters and becoming them – they aren’t defense mechanisms. They are individuals with their own thoughts, feelings, agendas, and disposition(s). It’s much more complicated and delicate than what’s being described in medically sterile terms….1% of the population? We would say those numbers are wrong, a bit high. Many people who claim to have DiD are actually misdiagnosed by doctors who don’t understand the disorder. Also, many therapists will erroneously suggest DiD or alters to a patient.”
Mike (And the gang)’s daughter, Katy Mae, describes the experience of a dominant split, “which can be a terrifying and mystifying experience to have,” here…
“Streetlights” by Katy Mae
Streetlights pass but time stands still; Mouths move but with no sound,
There are no longer, my memories, to hold on to; Disappeared in the night.
Not able to shiver, not able to cry,
This night is different but there have been many like it.
A blank stare, a whisper in the night,
lights pass in the night; Mouths move but there aren’t words -Just noise.
Who are we now, with no destination; no place to call home,
red lights pass in a blur; my own comfort to a place unknown.
There are no longer dreams, no more nightmares in this place
memories slip away while faster cars pass.
Who are we now and why must we go,
another stop away from nowhere.
The radio plays, my favorite song whose title I can’t recall,
not that it matters; My former life is now gone.
Replaced with a ghost whose name no one knows,
There’s no time to breathe, no time to whisper for help.
No longer awake, no longer asleep; Who are we now?
life, oh life, it comes to a halt while I still breathe.
Where are we now; I’ve forgotten my name again,
remember it, whoever I become; Whom I fear the most.
No one to hug as we travel alone in our world; This cold, lonely place,
still someone speaks; Still, just noise and static.
I’d rather stare ahead and forget who I am becoming,
please don’t stop; The passing lights are an illusion of escape.
Who are we now and where are we going; your voice has changed,
the sun is rising and I can’t remember my name,
How did I end up in this cold dark car,
and why with you; Who are you?
