Historias de Dissociative

NOT A ROMANCE STORY. Finding something out doesn't always have to be good. It can also lead to disasters and a plethora of tragic events. Yet there are times when finding out something can warn us about disasters. Perhaps to prevent them. I am Jocelyn. And this is the story of me and my best friend Avery. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the story of Jocelyn and Avery, who did everything they could to save each other. This is not a work of romance. The story is fictional.

All about DID and OSDD, mostly just things that we wish were talked about more (Still being written)

This is a story to help people deal with and understand Abuse. Especially emotional abuse. Abuse. It really hurts me when I see families, talk to their child, then the child refuses to lock eye contact, shed emotions. I T I S I M P O S S I B L E ! You will get smacked in the head, for you acting as a misbehaved child. It's a tradition! Emotions are linked to our tradition! When you don't know how to cope with your emotions, you will be rejected, leaving permanent scars to your relationship/s. The reason for this book is for you to take this, read it. Once you are reading it you will find out methods of use to deal with such abuse Stay safe -CBL

a short little work i did, its been a long time since i have written so i am starting small

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Our Alters.

Capture a glimpse of a life and death of the ones who watch. Nobody knows who, yet they always seem to be around at the right place in the ideal time. These strangers are lost to the world of our creation. Rather, their creation. Lost to time and the forgot ways of man. The old gods rule undercover, bring order the land and its creatures. Four seasons. The light. The dark. The oceans. The winds. The earth. Curious minds only want a peek of the mystery hiding in plain sight. It's just a glimpse, right? It's just a to form the idea of their existence. Perhaps that's all it is. Perhaps there is more than a dead world. = = = = = = All of these characters belong to me and my sickening mind. Please ask before taking any form of them. I have worked many endless hours creating lore. My fellow beans enjoy! Cover art is not mine! :)

(Warning reader, this book contains secrets that should not be known by any mortal. If you have come into possession of this book then you must guard it with your life, for if this book is in the wrong hands it may alter reality as we know it.) Signed, The Seamstress Why are you here? Did you simply pick this book up on a whim to read? Did you find it abandoned on a library shelf? Did you have it sent to you? Did a friend recommend it? Well I suppose it doesn't matter much, you're here now and that's what's important. I guess I should introduce myself; my name is Frost, I've lived in Somnium for all my life. What is Somnium you ask? Why it's where we are right now but it's also nowhere. It's something yet it's nothing. To be completely honest you were the one to create it. Because it's creator was humanity, but yet they think it not to be real.

Artemis' chariot moved across the night sky, it's gentle glow shining down on the sleeping world. It was a good night. The sky clear of clouds, the vast ocean clashing against land below. As she came over Camp Half-blood, she found herself giving the camp some of her attention. OR Artemis helps Percy while he's struggling + bonus scene: the dinner incident

A young man goes out for the night with his girlfriend in the hopes of finally popping the big question, and getting engaged, but the evening assumes a grim tone when the young man's paranoia begins getting the best of him upon noticing a suspicous man lingering in the theater. Fearful of the watchful man's intent he is forced grapple with the overwhelming feeling of being stalked throughout the night while trying to ensure his girlfriend doesnt notice his growing paranoia, and delusions.

A FavreMySabre Crafting Dead Fanfiction This story starts where the series has ended. It will be continued though fate, understanding of the series, and logic. Also with the power of Fanfiction. ... If they manage to escape the facility unharmed it won't change the world. It wont change their suffering. Dimtri will struggle to fight with one arm. Sabre will struggle with the bonds he has made. This world can be saved, but only if the past comes back. Only if he tries to remember. Remember why the undead started, remember who controls them, and remember the cure for the undead. It is pulsing in your veins. Survive Sabre, it doesn't matter who else dies. It has to be you. You are the only hope. So no matter who dies or turns on your path. Please. Survive for tomorrow. -Father

where louis is openly gay and harry is the popular homophobe that maybe is not so straight as Louis thought L also experieces or has experienced all my trauma TW Ed, sexual harassment (no r*pe), emotion abuse, abuse of power, anxiety&panic attacks, dissociation

this is a story of how we grew as a system, most likely written by Jann

(Ranked 30th in Adrenaline, and #1 in Whatsgoingtohappen!) Who would you trust in a room full of strangers? How could you tell who had your back and who was hiding a dagger behind theirs to stab yours? E.M.T Jack Rebel was just doing his job. How was he to foresee the result? The work of an E.M.T (Emergency Medical Technician) isn't exactly easy, but who could predict what it would lead to... When he and a buddy are hiking in one of Alaska's nature reserves and something unthinkable happens, how will they survive? Drew is just an ordinary 20 year old, except for the fact that he has a strange knack for digital hacking. Who knew he could be so good at something? When he takes a job to earn some money, he had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. This place is odd. They say no one has ever left at their own desire. They've either been sent away or-no one really knows. Most have foggy backgrounds, but... some either don't want others to know, or they just can't remember. Who would you trust? Decide now, where your loyalties lie. Everything is temporary; emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. Don't become too attached or you'll suffer the consequences.

It was a gloomy day, it was a streamy night. Midnight, struck the light. With a ghostly skin, she screeched amid. With a small sharp tool, behind the wall she hid. Numb all the way, lake filled eyes. She woke something taboo. Everything cried. Evlyn Spinter's life was a gigantic mess. Like Evy herself.

Moon grew up in what everyone pictured as the perfect life , she was beautiful, her family was upper middle class, her parents were still together and presumed to get along well, and she had good grades along with her brothers. She had everything perfectly fine... except for the fact that she was constantly questioning reality and going through the struggles of a typical teenager alongside her friends and balancing her love life as well.

I won't some awfully long description, but one misclick made it disappear ;-;

New experiences, same feelings.

We. is written by The Ashes System, a person living with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). DID is a trauma based, neurodevelopmental dissociative disorder formed in early childhood by repeated trauma. trigger warning for poems about trauma and abuse. alters who may write in this include: Ren - host, 16, they/them Frank - main protector, cohost, 17, he/him Vinnie - trauma holder, protector, 19, they/he Zia - trauma holder, persecutor protector, 19, he/him