How do you manage constantly emerging parts?

The title of this post isn’t instructional but it’s not an actual question either. I am hoping that at some point I’ll be able to give some sort of actual, helpful advice on this subject though, I’m just not there yet.

Where I am at is a point in my therapy I was not expecting to experience: having new alters/parts (I calls them parts now) constantly emerging in practically every therapy session, several times against my will. When it happens against my will, let me tell you, it is…unpleasant to say the least.

Having a voice not your own start to shout in your mind or begin to state strong opinions or bring forth intense emotions in your body and then to have what feels like an alien presence with a sensation of heavy cottonballs shove your main brain out of your body and take over your gestures, postures, body language, voice, mannerisms etc is not only jarring, it’s terrifying because it’s a huge lack of control over one’s own body.

The instinct in a situation like that is to fight back and try to have my core self stay in my body, stay in control but sometimes the new manifestation is too strong or it caught me off-guard by coming on so fast that I couldn’t do anything to prevent myself from getting shoved out or the other factor is, I need to let my parts express themselves so really I don’t want to prevent them from coming forward, introducing themselves and speaking their own truth. They’ve been quiet for decades, they deserve to speak right?

However, even my therapist would prefer that I as the core personality maintain co-consciousness while these new parts manifest, we just don’t know how to make that happen. I explained to her yesterday that there are two factors I’ve identified as obstacles to keeping me co-conscious during these abrupt transitions.

  • I don’t know who these parts are in the first place. They’re a surprise. I can’t be co-conscious with a part I’ve never met before. I only become co-conscious with parts I’ve met.
  • The new parts are very confused when they first manifest. They come out because of being triggered by our conversations;a question she asked, a way she phrased something, a scenario she put forward. When they come forward they can’t even always answer her when she asks how old they are because sometimes they don’t know in that moment, they’re too thrown off to have a grasp on who they are. They know they feel things. Some speak, some are mute. Co-consciousness with a part who is confused themselves when they first appear combined with point #1 makes that goal seemingly impossible. I don’t know.

I’ve had a child part manifest who came out and my therapist tried to speak to her and the part was mute because she choked on words that couldn’t come out of her throat. What the hell do you do with that out of nowhere?

When these new parts keeps coming forward now I’m experiencing rapid switching in-between, like changing tv channels but it many personalities in split seconds in my head, many that I’m not familiar with and they all have thoughts as they get passed by before the channel is settled on one person who comes out. That is also very disconcerting! I know if I went back, reversed that channel flipping, there are personalities there hiding in the darkness that I don’t know, and they have thoughts that I briefly brushed over as we were flipping through and so many were tumultuous or “negative” (nothing is really negative in therapy right?). I don’t know how to go back though. I only get that feeling when all that quick switching happens.

So. My therapist said she has some training coming up with an expert on DID. I love her because she’s worked in trauma for decades and DID for ages but she still goes to get trained on recent developments and to learn from others.

We’re going to work on co-consciousness still and being supportive of certain parts that are carrying heavy burdens to protect other parts (maybe I’ll get into that another time).

My blog answered nothing as I said it wouldn’t, wasn’t that fabulous?! So educational guys!

I’m still glad I wrote it. It reminded me of the benefits of blogging. Honestly it’s health that prevents me from blogging regularly not lack of interest. I’d love to get back to this more because I really do have plenty of content to write about. Waaaahhh. “Waaaaah” comes from reading to much manga and only people who read manga would understand what that means.

Alright everyone, I’m out for the moment. Hopefully back sooner rather than later.

Don’t let anyone make you feel like less than a person because of your past or your mental illness, that includes not letting yourself do that and that’s coming from a hypocrite like me. Hehe.

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Still here guys just getting information for a post!


Yes I’m here! Hi! I’m basically trying to get a handle on how many parts I have at the moment because new parts have been appearing regularly in my therapy sessions and I’d like to update here. I decided to make a list with descriptions so I’m working on that first before I talk about it.

So, yes, there is stuff and things even! Ha! Aren’t you excited? Well, don’t get too excited, it might be as interesting as watching paint dry but we’ll see. Okay, I’m actually about to have a session but I wanted to post before I go in because…you know…I care *embarrassed*

Take care of yourselves, you deserve it, no matter what your brain tells you.

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So much therapeutic work lost!!!!

So I guess I must have been living in a cave that was located at the bottom of a volcano in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle because I didn’t find out until yesterday that Polyvore was gone! Why is this important?

Well if any of you have been around since the very, very, VERY old times you might recall that back in those days there was a rather strong group of abuse bloggers who used Polyvore to make collages about our experiences and feelings, in fact there was a dedicated sexual abuse support group on Polyvore survivors.

It was a great place, instead of having to collect hundreds or thousands of magazines and cut out infinite pictures, you could use Polyvore’s database to find the images you needed to express your pain or confusion, your memories or lack thereof…anything, everything. I think the support group even had contests for featured collages. It was a unique.

And it’s gone. But it’s been gone for like a year or more! And apparently they had a window where users could have backed up their data before it lost but dumb me had no idea they were being bought out. My data is gone.

I probably made a hundred collages about my abuse during a time when I was going through profound confusion and broken memories. They’re all gone and I can’t get any of those images or what they could invoke back. How did I miss that they were closing it!!??

Nothing to do about it…all that work…gone. Sigh. How are you guys?

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Snow Day

*I am coming back retroactively to add a trigger warning because I’m going to introduce my alters which will include why they exist. I will do my best not to be overly-detailed on intimately abused ones ok? This is just to summarize so people know where I’m at. You’ll know what section because there are bullet points.*

It snowed heavily yesterday, those really fat, thick flakes that even though they don’t seem to weigh much individually they weigh a ton when they pile up together.

Is that a metaphor for life? I wasn’t trying to make but there you go.

I’ve been starting all of my recent posts with excuses and disclaimers, I’m not doing that on this on one. It snowed so here I am. My brain is garbage because I’m on Topamax for my multitude of migraines but it works so what are you gonna do?

I’m not here to talk about migraines I’m here to talk about me! Isn’t that spectacular! And so strange. I get to blog about myself and no one can say I’m selfish because, read the not so fine print there fella, this is about my experiences, ha!

Actually this may, as I always hope, be helpful to others. Because my blogging has been so sporadic you guys don’t have a real sequence of events to go off of or a, shall we say “cast of characters” that you’re familiar with to give you so point of reference. Hmmm…let me see what I can do to help that without making overly complex and catch you up quickly…

Ok, summary as easy and quick as I can make it for regular readers and newer ones, oldies but goodies your gonna know some of this but you won’t know the recent stuff:

I have DID and bipolar disorder, I was physically, mentally and emotionally abused by my mother who died about uh 5yrs? ago, my grandmother raised me for about my 1st 6yrs and was awesome she died when I 18, I found her body.

I was sexually abused by my mom’s cousin 30yrs older than me, considered an Uncle and thus called such by me. I only had one memory my whole life of one incident I considered molestation but brief and not that bad considering, but have since realized that is not all that happened.

I had an extraordinary therapist for over a decade who passed away suddenly a few years and I still miss her terribly. I got a new therapist afterwards who did not know DID so my parts all went silent and then I left her (smartest move ever) and now I have a wonderful therapist who all my parts feel safe with and I love her.

My DID terminology: I call my parts either parts or alters and myself either the host, core personality or the real me…something like that. I refer to my entire group of alters as my “system”.

I have what I consider an unknown number of parts because every time I think I know how many there are someone else suprises me. Some of my parts are very vocal and others never speak at all, will not speak and I don’t think they can.

I have parts who have evolved in the sense that they started off one way, with one kind of personality but have since matured and become more complex.

Who are my parts?

  • Nicole – she is 17 and she was born the very instant that my core personality could no longer take one more hit from our mother without snapping. We realized that if our mother put her hands on us one more time, just one, we were going to kill her, actually, truthfully kill her. We were going to grab one of the cast iron skillets and bash our mother’s head in. Nicole was born from this moment of ‘Not one more time.’ Nicole was pure anger and rage against our mother and she would be the one to kill her. Ok…I just realized this won’t be quick because my parts deserve however long it takes to introduce them even though some might be brief, so if you don’t like that maybe skip to end because I’m doing this. Nicole has actually evolved the most because even though she’s still 17, she’s not just anger and rage anymore. She’s savvy and smart and she helps me communicate with my other parts when I’m having trouble getting through. She’s a protector. When we go out, she’s the one on alert paying attention to strangers, ready to defend or fight if necessary and she has a snarky sense of humor. She and I speak regularly, everyday. I really like her which is so cool because I was terrified of her when she first manifested in my old therapist’s office. She was the very first alter to come out.
  • The Little Girls: I currently count this group of alters as one alter. I don’t feel separate identities but more of a group mind with no particular person in charge. I see at least three girls in my head but there could be more and they’re more about feelings than speaking, not that they lack the ability to speak. They are very important to my system though as far as who they are. Now… I’m going to say this because it’s important that things like this are said and acknowledged and not hidden away but I also know that some readers may get triggered. I’m not going to be detailed, I’m going to make a couple of statements. You can skip to the next bullet point if you want ok? My statements are: perpetrators know precisely how to make a child’s body feel pleasure. This is a fact. This is how they operate and how they confuse their victims. Fact ok? Not our fault. My other statement: these alters are my split off parts that felt pleasure while being abused. I’ve gotten to know them. They are almost purely physical with no thought of anything else. They don’t understand the sadness or fear of anyone else, they’re in their own physical world because that’s where they were born. The issue I had with them was their acting out. When things got stressful they wanted to act out with compulsive sexual behavior (you know what that means) or sometimes they wanted to reenact the abuse. My therapist actually had to sit down and talk to them (they listened through my ears) and explain to them that there were other ways to express what they were feeling without making everyone get re-traumatized by reenacting the abuse over and over. They understood and have behaved a lot better since.
  • On the other end of the spectrum is another little girl. She feels great sadness and pain at what happened. She hasn’t spoken verbally in session but she has colored and she cries. She has drawn with crayon certain disturbing scenarios.
  • Directly connected to the girl is the alter I currently call “The Presence”. The Presence protects the little when she gets upsets or sometimes prevents access to her at all because it seems she holds memories about what happened. I think the Presence might have memories too because it was created out of a need to seemingly block those. When the little girl got upset in session the Presence manifested and shut it down, almost angrily. Interestingly since then I have visualized that the little girl is trapped in the room at the house with my Uncle, the Presence is with her protecting her but is also trapped because they can’t leave her.
  • Hmmm…moving on more quickly. There is an almost mirror teenage alter, she’s 16? But she’s nothing like Nicole. She’s all makeup, nails, boy bands, magazines, light and nothing serious, nothing dark. She isn’t aware of a world that is dark. Her biggest concern is telling me what color our nails should be and getting on me for not taking care of them.
  • I have an 8 yr old who was born from all the times our mother left us alone in the house at night while she went out.
  • I have several adult “manager” parts who can come in during emergencies to help out.
  • And I have recently discovered more parts which kind of catches you up.

Ok that took forever. So, I’ve been have a hard time recently because I’ve been really, really triggered by various news stories and people who look like my abuser and these things happening fairly close together.

I can read abuse stories and react with sincere empathy and sadness but not trauma if the story is not similar to my own. However, if there are similarities to what happened to me it throws me down a steep trail where I can’t get my footing for a while.

I had gotten my footing and then I felt what I described to my therapist as a “cold, dead thing” inside me that needed to work itself out. The way it wanted to work itself out was to engage in continuous compulsive sexual behavior, re-enacting elements of my abuse, even things I’m not consciously aware of (let me add that this time the younger parts would not be acting out or involved at all, this was different).

First, I fight this compulsion in general with all my might, just in my normal life. If I fail my normal reaction is immediate, intense shame, guilt and self-hatred, thoughts of wanting to die and feeling insanely dirty. Every time, even if a month has passed. This time I felt nothing but empty. I felt dead inside which worried me. I’d rather feel bad than feel dead. I didn’t care, I just wanted to repeat, repeat etc. That cold, dead thing needed to continue until it could expel itself. I’ve never felt this before.

I told my therapist and we’re going to keep talking about it. But since I saw her, the dead thing spoke to me! That was…uh…weird. Don’t misunderstand, there’s nothing actually dead here, I’m saying that something, I don’t know, maybe an alter? That part spoke to me. I was trying to avoid re-enacting the abuse so I tried redirecting my thoughts to a different sexual path and this time I felt more awake and I felt some guilt. Good! Uhhhh… no? This part did not appreciate that. I was reprimanded and told that I knew what I was supposed to do and I was expected to do it correctly the next time. I was very confused because I didn’t know who was speaking or why or anything.

Can I just say that DID is weird and that everyone can have a unique system and it’s challenging when you keep discovering new alters?

I haven’t even hit on everything that’s happened and I said way more than I was going to and wrote a crazy long post when I intended it to be short. Oh well.

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Possible Breakthrough, No Pressure Right?

Brief again, sorry.

My parts have felt very, very comfortable with my therapist and it’s a good thing.

I’ve been seeing and smelling things that seem like memories. I’ve been doing pretty good keeping nice and calm about what I see and being really reassuring to my parts.

Other parts that I haven’t seen for several years have reappeared, seemingly as manager parts to tackle what’s been happening and what we hope happens.

I’m not scared of my parts anymore, also a good thing.

I am afraid though. I keep having moments that really drive home the fact that I do have DID (I’m not a drama queen, attention-seeking, perverted etc) and when these moments happen, that’s when I get scared. If I’ve split, there’s a very good reason that I did and that means that something really bad happened to me. That’s the hard part to accept, the scary part. I’m afraid of what I’ll see and what I’ll feel, for instance fear. The idea of re-experiencing the fear freaks me out. It freaks my parts out.

My therapist hopes that I will not relive anything but she can’t promise and we know that.

At this point I think the truth just needs to come out so we can deal with it instead of stressing about what we may or may not see.

Alright, I’ll get back to you all.

You’re in my thoughts, all of you. Be safe and love yourself.

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