Perspective
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Last published Tue, Oct 3, 2023
*DID is a complex disorder with no one way of being. Misinformation is spread about DID everywhere. Hopefully with this book we can clear some things up about the disorder*
I lose moments of time. Nothing huge maybe just minutes of my day and then I'm back to being me. Well "me." It's a bit complicated honestly and I have no idea how to fully explain it but there are times I don't feel like "me." Like I'm an "other."
What this "other" is I have no idea. Anyways I go back to being me and just minding my business and doing what I can do to survive the day. I go in and out of time loss. Not significant amounts of time. I'll just forget how I got somewhere. I won't remember what I just ate. I won't remember an important conversation I had ten minutes ago.
I don't remember the entirety of my childhood but a few memories. However this is all normal right? Losing time, not feeling like yourself, feeling controlled but an "other", and coming to the realization you have huge amounts of trauma from a young age that your brain decided to just forget. Normal, right?
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