In My Head
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This is a book about my experience with this, and I just want to say that it's okay if your experiences don't match mine, I just want to make a book about my experience and how it could be relatable for some. I'll say, I do not have DID nor OSDD, but I'm questioning about it, I have written my experiences in my journal, so I've been dealing with this for a few months. I just hope this doesn't come off as mean or rude to the community, I've just been thinking about this recently and wanted to try it.
Everyone's experience with this is valid, not everyone's experience will match up, and that's okay, your still valid no matter what. I know my experience doesn't match up with others and that's okay, I try not to doubt everything, but it's hard not to. Throughout this book, I will be putting trigger warnings if need to be, I'll put the warnings next to the 'TW' or the list of it rather. I don't know if I'll be explaining personal stuff, I'll be talking about traumatic stuff, and there will be trigger warnings regarding them in advance. I just hope someone can at least relate to my experience or understand it, either one is fine, and if there's any questions (if there is any), I'll answer.
I do ask for their permission when I want to write certain stuff, mainly the littles' names and stuff. I just wanted to add that disclaimer so it doesn't look like I'm not asking them for permission, hopefully that makes sense.
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