I really really wish people would understand that #dissassociativedisorder isn't always visible. My partner says that in the 7 years we have been together he has never see another #personality come out.. What he doesn't realise is when I felt playful or childish i wasn't present, Sadie was present. when I would get mad and argue Millie was present. I can't make people believe my diagnosis and I HATE IT. I hate that people think i am lying about it when I'm not.
For all of you with dissassociative identity disorder- I believe you. I 100% accept you. I just wanted to let you know that someone on the “outside” believes that. I think DID is a beautiful expression of the personality, although it is never something a person would choose.
peace and light, Ingrid
#dissassociativeidentitydisorder #DID #dissassociativedisorder #Dissassociation
We are all battling a battle some more intense, some less but we are all fighting the good fight. We are all looking for support, people that can understand what are we going through. We are looking for guidance and validation that we are not alone in our situations. I want to share what makes me happy and it is this beautiful butterfly picture. Everyday I go outside before it was to jog but my CRPS got worse and I only can walk limping. But I’m not going to let that get me down so I go and walk with my Shadow Belle and we enjoy the nature I talk to her like she’s human I know she understands me lol. I love to take pictures of the beautiful little creatures we come across and here I’m sharing one of my favorite pictures! I hope you can enjoy this! Sending a big hug your way!😊🐾🌟💫✨🦋🐞🙏🏻🇧🇸
As I come from the vet with my beautiful Shadow Belle I need all the prayers I can get. My baby is not healthy and lethargic and I was very concerned about her weight . My husband rescued her because they were giving her away because she was not eating and was very thin and they had 10 other dogs to take care. Long story short I’m in a deep depression plus suffering from disassociation and need someone with me all the time so he wanted to rescue her and train her to be my service dog. Since we met shadow and I have become inseparable but I cry last night so bad because she was not doing well and I spent the night praying to God to save my baby I love her and I want to bring her to health. So we took her today to the vet that she saw back in March when she was only 8 months old she weighed 46 lb today she is 11 months old and weighed 47lb right at this age she should be at least 60 lb. to make things more interesting the vet is a friend of the very first owner and remembered her and the staff also remembered her and all of them were in tears and very upset to the fact that back in March she was a healthy beautiful pup and now she only weighed 1lb more. He said that his friend gave her to another friend of hers and since then they lost contact . My baby girl had 2 days to live but they brought her to life with lots of meds and fluids. I thank God for listening to my prayers but we are not out of the loop I continue to pray that with all the treatment and care she gets better and I think I’m going to add Hope to her name because she’s my hope and motivation. My baby pup is in critical condition due to neglect from previous owner.
I am now 25 years old. I rarely leave my room. In fact, I can barely get up out of my bed. I have been like this for about 10 years now. Since birth, my entire life has been a series of traumatic events. The only way I can deal with any of this is with heroin. People always say there is a rock bottom. Not for me. I learned when I was 19, there is no such thing as rock bottom, because when you think things cannot possibly get worse, for me they do. Everytime I think there is nothing that can traumatize me more than I already have been, something I never even thought of happening, happens. Most recently, I got necrotizing fasciitis in both of my legs from injecting. I was too scared to go to the doctors, so it got worse and worse until I was rushed to the hospital, and my legs were almost amputated. Luckily, my doctors saved them, but they are extremely deformed now. The perfect cherry on top of my hell.
Before that?
Dealing with my legs has been a cake walk. I spent 5 months in the hospital, I was off of heroin for the first time in 10 years, not by choice. And the pain medication they had me on,though a high dose, was not enough. So my every 3 day wound vaccuum changes were so excruciating, they would take 5 hours to take it off. Anyways, before my legs, I had an abortion I didn’t want when I was 22. And that was somehow worse than my second rape at the age of 19, which wasn’t as bad as the first time I was raped, the day my life ended, at the age of 16. Before the age of 16, I grew up in a constantly physically and mentally abusive household. Now these are just the main points of my life, I say that because I don’t know how to not make this post into a book. So I’m sorry if it’s too much for one post, I don’t know how this works.
I don’t really feel like explaining the terrible person that my father is, because I’m still under his hold, though not physically anymore, but the worst things he did are so complex, I don’t want to get into them at this moment, because that will need it’s own post. The only story I really want to fully tell in my first post, is that of my first rape, and how it effected me.
By the time I was 16, I had been smoking cigarettes for 5 years, smoking weed for about 2-3, and was becoming mildly addicted to hydrocodone. I was cutting myself at the age of 10, and had severe sleep issues around the same age, still do. Now at this point in my life, I obviously still had the will to live. I kept thinking I would be strong enough to pull myself out of my hell and rise out of the ashes. And maybe if New Year’s Eve never happened that year, I could have. But that was the day two men stole my soul and my sanity....
I will finish the story in another post, since this one only has a few characters left! #PTSD #Trauma #rapevictim #Addiction #dysfunctional #dissassociativedisorder #DepersonalizationDisorder #CPTSD #HeroinAddiction #MentalIllness #MeToo
I’m not sure the best hashtags to use to get my story out there.
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