Dissociation Stories

"You're just like Dad," Toby said. The silence that had followed had been so heavy. Ethan had stood up from where he'd been hiding behind the open refrigerator door and peered over at Toby and his face paled. Francis, without his hearing aids, had caught the harsh words that formed Toby's lips and he stared, eyes wide, at his second-oldest brother. Jasper froze. Toby stepped closer. "That's right, Jaz. You're just like Dad." Jasper looked up at Toby. Their eyes bore into one another. "Fuck you," Jasper said and he'd pushed up from the table - tripped over his own two feet - and gone down. Edgar's dead. Jasper's in AA-after being told by Toby that he doesn't want to see him until he smartens up. Now, with just him, his two younger brothers and their Mum, Ethan and Francis will barely even look at him, and Toby feels like his life is falling apart. Again. [Inspired by the chapter 'Talk Later' in The Marauders by Pengiwen Order Of The Phoenix Part 3]

For as long as he can remember, Harry Potter has felt like something in his mind isn't right. Sometimes he wakes up in unfamiliar places, with memories that don't seem his own and a feeling of having been someone else. Other times, he hears voices in his head, as if different versions of himself are trying to take control. But after years of abuse at the Dursleys', he learned that it's best to remain silent. When he arrives at Hogwarts, the episodes worsen. He loses time, his mood swings for no apparent reason, and acts in ways he doesn't understand. However, with the help of his new friends, Neville, Ron, and Hermione, he begins to put the pieces together and discovers the truth: his mind is not a single entity, but a jigsaw puzzle of fragmented identities, created to endure the pain of his childhood. As he struggles to understand himself, Harry discovers unexpected allies. Draco Malfoy, his supposed enemy, begins to see him differently, and what begins as a rivalry soon turns into something deeper. And in Potions professor Severus Snape, she finds someone who, despite his harshness, is able to understand her suffering more than she could have ever imagined. Word count so far: 25,059

- I Learned to Stay Quiet Elena thought she had escaped. New apartment. New routine. A life that finally felt... quiet. She learned how to survive it. How to stay quiet. How to make herself smaller. And eventually... how to leave. But leaving doesn't always mean it's over. Because some things don't leave. They just get quieter. Until one day, they're standing right in front of you again - like nothing ever happened. And suddenly, the damage you tried to forget isn't so quiet anymore. ___________________________________________________________________________ The city always felt quieter at night. Not empty-just... distant. Streetlights cast soft, uneven shadows across the pavement, catching on fallen leaves that had long since lost their color. Everything felt slightly worn down. Like it had been something else once, and just... never fully recovered.

In the depths of Purgatory - a massive Nether prison ruled by NULL - Spoke is supposed to become just another broken prisoner. But after a failed escape attempt and weeks of surviving inside the violence, fear, and psychological pressure of the prison, something inside him begins to change instead. As guards tighten their control and prisoners slowly lose what makes them human, Spoke becomes obsessed with understanding how Purgatory works. He studies patterns. Learns manipulation. Adapts faster than he should. And the more he survives, the more the line between survivor and monster starts to disappear. The prison was built to destroy people slowly. The terrifying part is that it might be turning Spoke into someone far worse.

Noa wishes he could erase everything. And he succeeds. After a near fatal accident leaves him with no memories of who he is, he's given a second chance at life in a new place with new people and relationships. But of course good things aren't meant to last forever. He realises that as he's forced to confront a past that maybe should've stayed buried. Sometimes, losing everything isn't the tragedy. Remembering is.

Somewhere between forgetting and remembering, there is a library. It doesn't appear on any map. It can't be searched for. It simply finds you. Usually on an ordinary day, in an ordinary place, at the exact moment you stop being able to carry everything alone. Inside, the quiet architecture responds to your presence. Glass jars hum softly as you pass them. A scroll unrolls only as far as you are ready to read. Rooms appear only when you stop looking for them, and doors loop back into themselves. Nothing here is lost. Everything here has been kept in trust. The longer you stay, the more familiar it all becomes, until you begin to suspect the truth. This place was not built for you. It was built by you. And it has been waiting, patiently, certain that someday you would finally come back. An immersive second person journey through the depths of grief and dissociation.

fell upwards but missed the ether (2019)

Liya Merebold experiences teleportation and is never the same again.

A fragmented novel about the body, desire, pentecostalism, shame, tenderness, sexuality, exhaustion, faith, and collapse. Part confession, part case file, part residual memory, the novel follows scenes that refuse to disappear: hospitals, prayers, erotic encounters, family violence, humanitarian journeys, masculinity, dissociation, and the strange persistence of the body after emotional rupture. This is not a story searching for purity or redemption. It is an open archive.

A Little Life but make it 13 pages. At 18, Brie Alvarez inherits her brother's duffel bag. This isn't a story about death, it's about the weight of it and being the good kind of fraud. Updates: Sunday 11AM ET - some bags are just hard to put down so let's carry it together.

What is it that remains when everything is still moving? ~ If the world is full, why does something within it feel unseen? And if nothing is missing... why does the search continue? Two walks through the same light. Two breaths through the same rain. Yet who is the one that changes-the world, or the one looking? ~ Is there a glass, or only the belief of distance? And if the glass were never there... what would be left to notice? ~ A question appears, then dissolves before it can be held. Another arrives, but does it belong to anyone at all? ~ Is understanding something that arrives - or something that disappears when named? And when the search quiets, what remains - quiet, or openness, or something without a name? ~ No answer is offered here. Only the invitation to look again. And again. And again.

Des poèmes sur les troubles dissociatifs (TDI, Déréalisation, Dépersonnalisation notamment), les traumas complexe et reviviscences traumatiques, les douleurs chroniques (fibromyalgie) et d'autres handicaps (dont autisme et dyspraxie).

Dazai catches some type of illness while staying at Chuuya's house, his miserableness causing him to regress. Chuuya does not own any cold medicine, so he is forced to go out to get some. Unfortunately, regressed Dazai is not fond of Chuuya leaving him alone, so Chuuya cannot just leave him at home. With a bribe, he gets the sickly regressor to go with him, much to the brunette's dismay. Chuuya's temper is running a bit thin (not because of Dazai), and the regressor kind of just wants to go home. Until he latches onto the idea of getting this item he saw and really wanted. Dead set on getting it, he tries to ask Chuuya for it, but the man is very persistently telling him no- though he won't hear him out long enough to know what he's practically begging him for. He ends up going home with his temper lost, having taken it out on Dazai, and an upset regressor. Will Chuuya make things right, or will Dazai stay upset and confused? ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ Inspired by "Grant Yourself Some Clemency, You're Not A Lemon, See, You're A Peach" by PlayRough and "I Aim Low (I Aim True And The Ground's Where I'll Go)" also by PlayRough (on AO3)

A depiction of alters after the body has died ©2022 The Astralic Snowfall System

TW: Includes mentions/themes of self-harm, death & mental illness. Here is a collection of my free verse poetry. These poems have - for the most part - romantic, nostalgic, and melancholy themes. This is all very personal and meaningful to me, so please be mindful. Thank you for taking the time to read :) Enjoy!

I'm not sentimental. This skin and bones is a rental. • • •

My soul cannot be satisfied with superficiality It cannot reach any breath It belittles itself constantly It does not seek the celestial on earth, nor the terrestrial in the heavens But let desires be united as one One in the earth, one in the sky After all, the truth is also one, and so is humanity -This essay is defined by the author as a highly subjective fallacy/literary work. Important: Please read it only once. Reading this essay multiple times is deemed risky for the reader's health.

Thae Quell is a cleaner with multiple criminal records at the main base in Motherland so now she has no choice but to join the expedition team to lessen her serving time. That's when she finally learns the truth about humanity's situation.

My dissociative episode logs Started: March, 17th 2021 Ended: N/A

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