The Forgotten World...Living Inside Dissociative Identity Disorder

 One reason I like therapy is that I get to acknowledge and talk about the Forgotten World. Most people get through childhood relatively unscathed. They lived it, they got over it. It doesn't haunt their waking moments and nightmarish dreams. They have left the place of childhood and remember it with warm and cold fuzzy memories.
 For the Multiple, the Trauma Survivor, the DID, childhood is like a forgotten, forbidden, misunderstood place that can't be shared and few actually want to hear about it.  See, we can't leave it behind, as we keep reliving the most hideous and painful aspects of our young lives, in every day life.


  Therapy allows an avenue whereby the hidden and shameful incidents, the secrets, can be let out into the light and examined. My therapist can listen to the details, try and fix broken toys, hear the cries and whispers, and offer support. My inner world is made real, no longer forgotten. It's like the large part of me that was sequestered, denied, and disbelieved has been given back to me. Kinda like being made whole in the freedom of acknowledging all of who I am.
 It must be nice to have a concurrent timeline from your past to the present. I have jumbled up dates, ages, times and unpredictability.
 The things that save me, that help are therapy, writing and communicating with my other multiple friends. I started this blog with the intent of just talking about my autism. My Aspergers is a big part of me, but so is my DID. I've found that I can't really separate one completely from the other. They both constitue the whole picture that is me.
  I must say that I have become more stable with therapy, as well as more confident, less anxious. So much can be healed when taken out of the dark and aired in the light.
 This blog is me, mom, autistic, artist, survivor, multiple...I am all of this:)