Hi :) Im the host of a DID system. I just found out we had this account. One of our previous hosts unpublished our story that they had written about our System. Apparently there was just a lot of confusion on their end because they were still learning about us and learning about DID in general. We also were getting overwhelmed with school and work, plus family issues, and general problems that come along with DID (such as changing hosts, general stress, losing time, etc). This meant they werent uploading consistently and they were spreading a little bit of misinformation.
We know more now, about ourselves and about DID. So I thought I would try to start a new thing here to talk about us.
Like the previous one, if you read that, Ill include (in no particular order) a short summary of what DID is, myths vs facts, commonly used terms or phrases, alter introductions, as much as I know of our system history, and probably just general system updates (like what's going on in our inner world).
Also, if you would like to keep up with our system, and know whos fronting before you message us, theres an app you can download called Simply Plural. You can create an account as a system or a friend of a system, and add us (SnorlaxSystem). This will allow you to see a full updated list of our alters, and see whos fronting throughout the day
If you have any questions, we're happy to answer. We're fairly open about our experience and our system, so we likely wont take offense to what youre asking as long as its a genuine question and youre trying to learn. We only ask that you dont question about our trauma
🤍-Iris
*new cover*
I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me.
A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon.
I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me.
My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone?
TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language
- Warning: contains teenage pregnancy
SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3
*Edited*...sort of