I’m not her?

Today’s oddities started with a normal issue. I have never denied I flip flop between caring/feeling emotional about something and being so disconnected I can’t even understand why I cared in the first place. (Funny how something so obvious can be denied for so long, huh?)

But in my short journey so far, I’d not run yet into today’s experience as something referring to myself.

I should clarify: I’m only a few months into this journey, conciously. This past spring I finally conceded that maybe I am OSDD at least.

typically do not lose time, or not large pieces of it, as far as I can tell. I get “micro-losses” as lot, where I might not be able to tell you what I was just doing 20 min ago, so I record and write down most everything I can. My switches even when obvious have not included a loss of a sense of myself, that is they’ve always happened under this mental understanding of “well yeah, I’m so-and-so, but we’re all a part of outer Kat”.

So back to today. I was holding off feelings that I’ve handled previously that I think are initially tied to self-worth issues and solo polyamory, a lifestyle which I’m only 1-2 years into as well. Or at least, that’s the triggering instance. I get the impression it goes deeper: a feeling of completely hopeless disconnection/ loneliness/ despair, some expectation that the way I’m living now is it and I’ll always be alone.

The emotional response is irrational, ignoring all logical response back. I’d initially hoped letting it vent a bit instead of trying to force it back might help give some insigth into further feeding thoughts/sources, but I wasn’t finding any and getting frustrated. More than frustrated, I was getting angry that every time I think I’m over something it pops back up as if it’s brand new, and the lines of thought fell in with the emotional spiral of self worth issues and deserving to be lonely and how I’m going to just chase people away because I can’t be myself anywhere.

And in my text rant to Darkmage coming out of a spiral, it happened: I realized I’d typed of Kat in third person, but in a way that gave a short lightbulb moment: in that exact moment, I was not Kat. Whoever I was, was distinctly not Kat.

It was brief, as if catching that realization was enough to feel a feeling of “I am Kat” start blending back in, like watching a color work its way through water before blending into the entire pool.

And I still remember it. Concious or conciously known attempts to try to forget things hasn’t worked. (Ha, last post person!) So if I remember that feeling of being not me, was there still some co-conciousness? Or just that most memory is a shared bank that we automatically start reading for smoother handoffs?

The following conversation after that with Darkmage turned dark, where I shared any quotes I was catching. It was worrying. Someone wants to keep everyone in line “for our own good”, because it “keeps us safe”.
And when told it isn’t, and doesn’t keep us safe, and that that’s abuse, there was a response and another voice at the same time:
“Pain for the greater good”
“God just let me die already”

I have no idea if either of these are related to the angry one who keeps interjecting with “Fuck off” when I start probing.

Side note, the “not Kat” considered wanting to claim Sokei as a name. There was a deeper feeling of multiple complaints/objections, since that is meant to be our generic system name. One or more of us made it, it’s not even English. It’s ours.

I should be working

but I got pulled away.

I’ve been actively working hard to avoid the self-deprecating words that fly when this happens:

What’s wrong with me
I’m a fake
I’m a terrible worker
I’ll be found out and fired for this
What’s wrong with you
Such a fuck up

Etc.

I know what I need to do so at least there’s that – I’m not in a complete block of unthinking anxiety.

Someone might be though? That’s what brought me here now, when I should be focusing on the work on the other screen.

I heard them on repeat last weekend while at Stump. Not safe. That’s all it says, over and over. It sounds young, and sounds hurt or desperate. Or maybe not young, hard to tell in the half-whisper.

I thought it was just from being over there, but I’ve realized I’ve heard it last night alone at home and today; and shouldn’t home be as safe as can be? No one to interact with, to give away anything, that should be safe as ever, right?

So it’s not about physical location at all. Trying to ask inward gives no response other than a feeling of fleeing, and someone distinctly different spitting out Fuck you. Fuck you all.

They’ve been saying that a lot lately.


Look I was nice and made a cute little hr tag for later indication. And don’t fucking tell me I’m not playing nice. I’m doing NOTHING to anyone other than sitting here feeling like shit because they’re trying to do their thing and just fuck it there’s no point in fucking talking anyway. Just feel happy I’m not deleting this.

Don’t worry we won’t let us

I was going to leave it at that. But now I’m kind of stuck here. I know – I’ll see if I can make us forget this post and find it later. You know, if I’m going to be stuck here anyway. Make her fucking freak out. She needs to fucking let go anyway.

Made a Site but What to Say

Maybe you’ll think I’m crazy. Maybe I’ll think I’m crazy.

Without any official diagnoses, I’ve been working to accept I’m likely somewhere on the DID spectrum. People I know currently confirm entire conversations and experiences I cannot remember. Exes I’ve reached back out to have provided data from their own experiences interacting with me. An old childhood journal provides the craziest noticeable changes in font, topics, and tone that I certainly don’t ever remembering bothering to decide to make.

This is my place to dump my links and research, to output my rants and vents and thoughts and concerns and fears. Physical writing is too slow, and too easy to put off. This will be available everywhere I have internet (so everywhere).

It took a lot to get to the point of creating this site. Just this past weekend the mere thought and discussion of doing this caused a sudden inability to think straight, with an overwhelming urge to go lie down to sleep. Perhaps someone doesn’t want me to do this. I spent so much of my life running from the world through games and books. I bet it was pretty easy to keep ignorant with no interaction with other people to cross reference.

I’ve been working on emerging back into a crazy world, and no surprise what worked so far in my life isn’t working anymore. I feel like there’s still noticeable resistance: from someone else, from my current conscious self, from both, I don’t know. But my gut or someone inside says making this site will help.

So I did.