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Eek forgot to sign it Macademia. <lol Sorry Cheese! – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi to all — lost my ability to post easily months and months ago and I lost touch with what’s going on. Hope you’re all doing well. I got a new ISP a few weeks ago and wanted to share a recent incident with folks who’d understand. I started taking commercial art classes this fall (wheee!) from a local tech school. It’s fun and challenging. I recently had a disruptive issue which is as follows. Last Monday we had some collages due for class. The collages were meant to illustrate certain design concepts using photographs xeroxed. I quickly lost control of mine, disliking it but not knowing how to get out of it. Then in class we had to put them up on the board. I became immediately aware that it was odd I had old men who looked like my grandfather (perp), cats, clocks, and turkey feathers rising like an *r*ction and got scared sh*tless. Everyone else’s collage was pretty typical in its theme: cars, make-up, etc. Very mundane no creepy overtones or macabre like darkness. Anyhow, I freaked out because I hadn’t consciously done any of that, I was getting triggered looking at it (have a sense there’s been some animal t*rt*re my grampa did), and worst of all I felt incredibly vulnerable in class as I was exposing some of the deepest darkest crap with a bunch of kids. I started doing PTSD things, and we had a break before critiquing mine, so I went off into the bathroom and cried, and told myself and my parts that we could deal with this stuff later but not now. I then felt too that no matter how much I freaked out or how other parts might make my life difficult, I was going to pursue this art stuff, I was committed to it. Suddenly I felt this silence in my inner core, as if I passed this test, or as if perhaps maybe the PTSD was no longer being fueled by my fears of freaking, diminishing much of its effect. I don’t know. But our collective being was better and though I was tender for the rest of class, I was okay. And I was very proud that I was able to contain it. I won’t ever not freak out, but I sure as h*ll can manage myself better and manage the stuff when in a situation I can’t retreat from (e.g. go home and eat chocolate and watch t.v.) Jen
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Hi to all — lost my ability to post easily months and months ago and I lost touch with what’s going on. Hope you’re all doing well. I got a new ISP a few weeks ago and wanted to share a recent incident with folks who’d understand. I started taking commercial art classes this fall (wheee!) from a local tech school. It’s fun and challenging. I recently had a disruptive issue which is as follows. Last Monday we had some collages due for class. The collages were meant to illustrate certain design concepts using photographs xeroxed. I quickly lost control of mine, disliking it but not knowing how to get out of it. Then in class we had to put them up on the board. I became immediately aware that it was odd I had old men who looked like my grandfather (perp), cats, clocks, and turkey feathers rising like an *r*ction and got scared sh*tless. Everyone else’s collage was pretty typical in its theme: cars, make-up, etc. Very mundane no creepy overtones or macabre like darkness. Anyhow, I freaked out because I hadn’t consciously done any of that, I was getting triggered looking at it (have a sense there’s been some animal t*rt*re my grampa did), and worst of all I felt incredibly vulnerable in class as I was exposing some of the deepest darkest crap with a bunch of kids. I started doing PTSD things, and we had a break before critiquing mine, so I went off into the bathroom and cried, and told myself and my parts that we could deal with this stuff later but not now. I then felt too that no matter how much I freaked out or how other parts might make my life difficult, I was going to pursue this art stuff, I was committed to it. Suddenly I felt this silence in my inner core, as if I passed this test, or as if perhaps maybe the PTSD was no longer being fueled by my fears of freaking, diminishing much of its effect. I don’t know. But our collective being was better and though I was tender for the rest of class, I was okay. And I was very proud that I was able to contain it. I won’t ever not freak out, but I sure as h*ll can manage myself better and manage the stuff when in a situation I can’t retreat from (e.g. go home and eat chocolate and watch t.v.) Jen
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hee…funny you should mention big hugs….. been experiencing a seachange with blue, and with my current depression, he’s been saying *helpful* stull inside my head, instead of yelling at me. So even tho i’m depressed, i don’t feel like I’m being k*lled slowly by my thoughts. That’s new and different. Plus nowadays, when I need to do an abrupt switch to block whatever thoughts I’d just been having that the main group can’t handle just then, instead of switching to socrates chased with blue (really depressed and dissed out, with biting sarcastic overtones, making me utterly miserabel) now I’ve been switching to socrates chased with dyenths. *that* makes for an interesting experience…..the playful bubbly child in a body that’s completely zoned out. Gloriana sometimes ends up stepping in and *pulling strings* (it’s the strangest feeling) to get me to move about. And dyenths just delights in how strange everything feels and looks. It’s that sorta *wheee……* feeling of being tipsy. Who needs booze when you can diss out and switch to a child? Anyways, the reason I got into this is cuz along with blue’s other changes, at one point Gloriana gave him a hug cuz he was flipping out and it was her fault (she’d tickled him. I was about to trash the computer room when she flung herself at him and held him tight.), and he *liked* it. It felt warm. He craves it now, but doesn’t really feel worthy. So it’s funny when you mentioned hugs, there was a momentary flicker of thought abt whether your offer of hugs applied to blue, too, and then i had to decide whether blue would want them or not. Weird wild stuff over this neck of the woods…..:) In theory, I’m doing great. In practice, I’m horrifically depressed most days. Today’s going well so far, though. *hugs* in return, if k. blue sez hi, starts to frown menacingly so you wouldn’t think he’d want a hug, then lapsed into uncertainty for a moment, then went away. It’s tough being 9, male, and hurting… wow…just had an earthshaking thought: hey, blue: You don’t *have* to be my sole protector anymore. (well, plus thomas – they have slightly different jobs. thomas protects me when i need to be socially appropriate *and* safe. blue protects me when there’s bad stuff going on) There are bigs here who are capable of handling situations as an adult. You can *be* 9. You can *be* a child still. You don’t have to be strong all the time anymore. Learn to play, kid. Have fun. And no – fun does not include pllng the wngs off of flys, or tying a tin can to Sunshine’s puppy’s tail, or…..:) It *may* include tossing a frog at Gloriana curls once in awhile…..just as long as you know she can retaliate. You’re a little boy. And I love you. You saved me more times than I can count. Let me do my job now. I need you to play. Yeah…he can feel it. I need him to play the same way I need G and Sun and dyenths to play and be silly and have fun and make me laugh. I’ll hafta work on Jenny next, I guess…..can’t picture her running and jumping and playing, though…she’s a bookworm. and a loner. Ok, sorry for the detour. gotta get it out while the getting’s good. Jen-gonzona
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Y’er a sweety Dyenths, true and true. Always feel free to e-mail me offline. I don’t have time to keep up with the higher traffic newsgroups, so I may wander off again. 
Take good care of yerself and give all who are safe to a big hug, Mac *big cheesy grin* ’s ok. luv ya anyway…;) Glad you’re back. Have missed you lots and lots. dyenths Eek forgot to sign it Macademia. <lol Sorry Cheese! Hi to all — lost my ability to post easily months and months ago and I lost touch with what’s going on. Hope you’re all doing well. I got a new ISP a few weeks ago and wanted to share a recent incident with folks who’d understand. I started taking commercial art classes this fall (wheee!) from a local tech school. It’s fun and challenging. I recently had a disruptive issue which is as follows. Last Monday we had some collages due for class. The collages were meant to illustrate certain design concepts using photographs xeroxed. I quickly lost control of mine, disliking it but not knowing how to get out of it. Then in class we had to put them up on the board. I became immediately aware that it was odd I had old men who looked like my grandfather (perp), cats, clocks, and turkey feathers rising like an *r*ction and got scared sh*tless. Everyone else’s collage was pretty typical in its theme: cars, make-up, etc. Very mundane no creepy overtones or macabre like darkness. Anyhow, I freaked out because I hadn’t consciously done any of that, I was getting triggered looking at it (have a sense there’s been some animal t*rt*re my grampa did), and worst of all I felt incredibly vulnerable in class as I was exposing some of the deepest darkest crap with a bunch of kids. I started doing PTSD things, and we had a break before critiquing mine, so I went off into the bathroom and cried, and told myself and my parts that we could deal with this stuff later but not now. I then felt too that no matter how much I freaked out or how other parts might make my life difficult, I was going to pursue this art stuff, I was committed to it. Suddenly I felt this silence in my inner core, as if I passed this test, or as if perhaps maybe the PTSD was no longer being fueled by my fears of freaking, diminishing much of its effect. I don’t know. But our collective being was better and though I was tender for the rest of class, I was okay. And I was very proud that I was able to contain it. I won’t ever not freak out, but I sure as h*ll can manage myself better and manage the stuff when in a situation I can’t retreat from (e.g. go home and eat chocolate and watch t.v.) Jen
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Y’er a sweety Dyenths, true and true. Always feel free to e-mail me offline. I don’t have time to keep up with the higher traffic newsgroups, so I may wander off again. Take good care of yerself and give all who are safe to a big hug, Mac – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – *big cheesy grin* ’s ok. luv ya anyway…;) Glad you’re back. Have missed you lots and lots. dyenths Eek forgot to sign it Macademia. <lol Sorry Cheese! Hi to all — lost my ability to post easily months and months ago and I lost touch with what’s going on. Hope you’re all doing well. I got a new ISP a few weeks ago and wanted to share a recent incident with folks who’d understand. I started taking commercial art classes this fall (wheee!) from a local tech school. It’s fun and challenging. I recently had a disruptive issue which is as follows. Last Monday we had some collages due for class. The collages were meant to illustrate certain design concepts using photographs xeroxed. I quickly lost control of mine, disliking it but not knowing how to get out of it. Then in class we had to put them up on the board. I became immediately aware that it was odd I had old men who looked like my grandfather (perp), cats, clocks, and turkey feathers rising like an *r*ction and got scared sh*tless. Everyone else’s collage was pretty typical in its theme: cars, make-up, etc. Very mundane no creepy overtones or macabre like darkness. Anyhow, I freaked out because I hadn’t consciously done any of that, I was getting triggered looking at it (have a sense there’s been some animal t*rt*re my grampa did), and worst of all I felt incredibly vulnerable in class as I was exposing some of the deepest darkest crap with a bunch of kids. I started doing PTSD things, and we had a break before critiquing mine, so I went off into the bathroom and cried, and told myself and my parts that we could deal with this stuff later but not now. I then felt too that no matter how much I freaked out or how other parts might make my life difficult, I was going to pursue this art stuff, I was committed to it. Suddenly I felt this silence in my inner core, as if I passed this test, or as if perhaps maybe the PTSD was no longer being fueled by my fears of freaking, diminishing much of its effect. I don’t know. But our collective being was better and though I was tender for the rest of class, I was okay. And I was very proud that I was able to contain it. I won’t ever not freak out, but I sure as h*ll can manage myself better and manage the stuff when in a situation I can’t retreat from (e.g. go home and eat chocolate and watch t.v.) Jen
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*big cheesy grin* ’s ok. luv ya anyway…;) Glad you’re back. Have missed you lots and lots. dyenths
Eek forgot to sign it Macademia. <lol Sorry Cheese! Hi to all — lost my ability to post easily months and months ago and I lost touch with what’s going on. Hope you’re all doing well. I got a new ISP a few weeks ago and wanted to share a recent incident with folks who’d understand. I started taking commercial art classes this fall (wheee!) from a local tech school. It’s fun and
challenging. I recently – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – had a disruptive issue which is as follows. Last Monday we had some collages due for class. The collages were meant to illustrate certain design concepts using photographs xeroxed. I quickly lost control of mine, disliking it but not knowing how to get out of it. Then in class we had to put them up on the board. I became immediately aware that it was odd I had old men who looked like my grandfather (perp), cats, clocks, and turkey feathers rising like an *r*ction and got scared sh*tless. Everyone else’s collage was pretty typical in its theme: cars, make-up, etc. Very mundane no creepy overtones or macabre like darkness. Anyhow, I freaked out because I hadn’t consciously done any of that, I was getting
triggered looking at – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – it (have a sense there’s been some animal t*rt*re my grampa did), and worst of all I felt incredibly vulnerable in class as I was exposing some of the deepest darkest crap with a bunch of kids. I started doing PTSD things, and we had a break before critiquing mine, so I went off into the bathroom and cried, and told myself and my parts that we could deal with this stuff later but not now. I then felt too that no matter how much I freaked out or how other parts might make my life difficult, I was going to pursue this art stuff, I was committed to it. Suddenly I felt this silence in my inner core, as if I passed this test, or as if perhaps maybe the PTSD was no longer being fueled by my fears of freaking, diminishing much of its effect. I don’t know. But our collective being was better and though I was tender for the rest of class, I was okay. And I was very proud that I was able to contain it. I won’t ever not freak out, but I sure as h*ll can manage myself better and manage the stuff when in a situation I can’t retreat from (e.g. go home and eat chocolate and watch t.v.) Jen
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e, Thanks for the welcome. We hope we will be here more often. Kathy, et al
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Hi, I’m not new to chat, but I’m new here. We had DID and have been dx’d for 4 years now. Would be interested in meeting other did’ers. Kathy, et al
hi, phoenix. i think i already have met you. but welcome to asd.
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Hi, I’m not new to chat, but I’m new here. We had DID and have been dx’d for 4 years now. Would be interested in meeting other did’ers. Kathy, et al
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Hi Jill, Thanks for the welcome
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Sure, spend time with friends for a few days and POOF lots of new posters. Hi everyone and welcome to the group! Hmm, so now that I have houseguests for a week I expect _tons_ of new people here *huge grin* Rainbow Colors (Jill) — The colors blend, the edges soften. Swirling and mixing we are becoming white light.
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Sure, spend time with friends for a few days and POOF lots of new posters. Hi everyone and welcome to the group! Hmm, so now that I have houseguests for a week I expect _tons_ of new people here *huge grin* Rainbow Colors (Jill) — The colors blend, the edges soften. Swirling and mixing we are becoming white light.
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Thanks Val. It is ok. I am pretty out of it lately.
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Glad you found us. Val for Rainstar
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I am new here and I have DID
We’re a little late in replying, but welcome Renny! This is a wonderful place with wonderful people. Glad you found us. Val for Rainstar
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Nice to meet you too, milli
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Hi Renny, my name is milli and I also have DID. Nice to meet you!
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Whew! Now that’s over with, the jumping into our group here, that is. Took me a very long time to be able to do that. The first jump is the hardest, I always say. but who am I? Just me, jane, one of many who share the body here. Are you new to DID, or getting used to it, or an old hand at dealing with it? I hope you find asd helpful. I have made friends here who understand exactly what I mean, without my having to try to translate things as I do for a singleton brain. Welcome, and glad you’ve joined us. jane who wonders from your addy if you are canuck-ian like we are? – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I am new here and I have DID
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welcome. jt
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I am new here and I have DID *waves* and welcome to asd! diane, of Ravensong "If you feel bad, blow bubble stuff or watch the snails after it rains. That always makes me feel better." – Katy, of Ravensong
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hi dase, nice to meet you
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I am new here and I have DID
helo renny iv am daise and i am litull gurl iaam gus sevun gudby dase
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I am new here and I have DID
*waves* and welcome to asd! diane, of Ravensong "If you feel bad, blow bubble stuff or watch the snails after it rains. That always makes me feel better." – Katy, of Ravensong
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hi guess what i like the idea too it would be fun i am your friend but i have a new name my name is eloise like eloise of the plaza i like that book alot so no more caroline just me "eloise" bye bye – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’m still around. Have been reading some but too overloaded to follow everything that’s been going on or post replies. I’m doing the "super-functional" thing again, with the job, and kind of pushing myself hard and tuning out a lot of inside stuff. The business is going really well and at an exciting stage. Trying to keep paying at least enough attention inside and to the others that I’m not setting myself up for a big fall and collapse. OTOH, my wife has been nicer in recent weeks about taking our daughter out to give me some time to myself, which means the others get some time in occasionally when I’m home by myself. And we’re talking about the whole multiplicity thing in our joint counseling sessions now, which is big progress. Tpy is going pretty well for me. I’m realizing just how good my tpist is, because she’s been able to get some parts of me to communicate that I thought were just too remote to reach. (Including one who is currently mute, but she got him to nod and shake head for yes/no and scribble her a picture about some stuff.) She’s also *really* good at getting me "put back together" and the emotions contained after sessions, so I don’t come out of the sessions falling to pieces. About the asdis convention thing – I’m kind of semi-seriously planning a big party in Hawaii for X-Day (Jackie can explain this), which is July 5, 1998. I’m probably gonna try to find some place on the Big Island where I can rent a house on some land, and where it’s cool to set up a bunch of tents for a week or so. (The last really big talk.bizarre gathering we did like this, in New Mexico, drew about 140 folks from around the US and Canada, plus a few from Australia, New Zealand, Ireland, Scotland, and Finland.) This will probably be mainly a talk.bizarre party (XISt.bOB) with a lot of talk.bizarre people invited, and some of my friends here in Hawaii, so it wouldn’t be all asdis folks. (OTOH, it’s a bit scary how many people I’ve known via talk.bizarre, who I now know to be either dissociative or multiple, or survivors of severe abuse or other childhood weirdness. I keep losing track around 6-7 DDNOS-DID, and several other SA or abuse survivors who apparently didn’t split so badly.) So if you can wait a year and a half, til summer ‘98, and can afford to get to Hawaii then, stay tuned. I don’t know if I can stay organized enough to make this happen, but it’s possible. – C — Pope C the Anonymous "The road to hell gets a total resurfacing…" — Jim Woodring
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i am your friend but i have a new name my name is eloise like eloise of the plaza i like that book alot so no more caroline just me "eloise" bye bye
hi eloise. i am verna. nice to meet you.
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hi guess what i like the idea too it would be fun i am your friend but i have a new name my name is eloise like eloise of the plaza i like that book alot so no more caroline just me "eloise" bye bye
Hi eloise Glad to see you back We missed you And were thinking a lot about you lately — Kanga&corps Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination…
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writes: i am your friend but i have a new name my name is eloise like eloise of the plaza i like that book alot so no more caroline just me "eloise" bye bye hi eloise. i am verna. nice to meet you.
Hi eloise. I’m Faith. Very nice to meet you.
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hi kanga+grace+verna+n.o.j. glad to be here glad to be your friends and all happy am goina tell some poems i wrote when not writing for last few weeks but spoiler first here a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a " THE BOMB" The blast is silent. No one can hear it. Tearing threw me. No one can smell. My burning flesh. None can feel my pain. As organs are pierced. No one can see me. No one can save me. Forever blown apart. "WET NURSE" Rock me in your arms. Hear the rythnic beating of your heart. Nestle me close to your breast In a warm blanket of flesh. Suckling for nourishment and life. Filling this infants body. My fathers love complete. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – i am your friend but i have a new name my name is eloise like eloise of the plaza i like that book alot so no more caroline just me "eloise" bye bye hi eloise. i am verna. nice to meet you.
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posted/e-mailed Hi Pope C, It’s good to hear from you! . I’m still around. Have been reading some but too overloaded to follow everything that’s been going on or post replies.
Crackers: We’re doing the same thing ourself. Trying to be high functioning as we’re getting more and more dysfunctional. I’m doing the "super-functional" thing again, with the job, and kind of pushing myself hard and tuning out a lot of inside stuff. The business is going really well and at an exciting stage. Trying to keep paying at least enough attention inside and to the others that I’m not setting myself up for a big fall and collapse.
Crackers: Ouch, don’t do that! Do you have a portable safety net? Or maybe a tampoline that will help you bounce back? But then again, if you pay too much attention too soon to the inside stuff, might be too much. Stay safe. Sometimes distractions are good things, keeps us waiting until things are safer. I’ve gone back to work, my therapist thought it would be a good idea for me. I’m beginning to realize that most things my therapist suggests are good ideas, and more likely that he’s right. Maybe my therapist does know what he’s talking about PopeC: OTOH, my wife has been nicer in recent weeks about taking our daughter out to give me some time to myself, which means the others get some time in occasionally when I’m home by myself. And we’re talking about the whole multiplicity thing in our joint counseling sessions now, which is big progress.
Crackers: Yeah! It’s important to let the others get time, but can only do so when feel really safe and alone. It’s good you can recognize the needs of the others to have their time. That is progress. My husband and I are talking about it in joint counseling too. Today when my husband and I went to joint counseling, the therapists there (husband and wife therapist couple) had me sign a release saying it was okay that they talk to my therapist I’m seeing for my dissociative disorder. I’m beginning to wonder why they need or want to talk to therapist Dave. Is it necessary? Does your joint couple therapist consult with your dissociative disorder therapist? Or do you go to the same one for both? Just curious.. Pope C: Tpy is going pretty well for me. I’m realizing just how good my tpist is, because she’s been able to get some parts of me to communicate that I thought were just too remote to reach. (Including one who is currently mute, but she got him to nod and shake head for yes/no and scribble her a picture about some stuff.) She’s also *really* good at getting me "put back together" and the emotions contained after sessions, so I don’t come out of the sessions falling to pieces.
Crackers: Sometimes we fall apart after therapy, and don’t tell Dave(therapist’s name) until next therapy session. The thing is usually suspect we’re going to fall apart before even leave office, but don’t say anything. It’s like I feel I don’t have the right to complain. Maybe things will be different now, I’ve been on Zoloft 50 mg daily since last Friday 2/14. Feel that this could be an improvement. Pope C: About the asdis convention thing – I’m kind of semi-seriously planning a big party in Hawaii for X-Day (Jackie can explain this), which is July 5, 1998. I’m probably gonna try to find some place on the Big Island where I can rent a house on some land, and where it’s cool to set up a bunch of tents for a week or so. (The last really big talk.bizarre gathering we did like this, in New Mexico, drew about 140 folks from around the US and Canada, plus a few from Australia, New Zealand, Ireland, Scotland, and Finland.)
Crackers: Sounds like fun. Hawaii would be a great place to have a party. What month? Pope C: This will probably be mainly a talk.bizarre party (XISt.bOB) with a lot of talk.bizarre people invited, and some of my friends here in Hawaii, so it wouldn’t be all asdis folks. (OTOH, it’s a bit scary how many people I’ve known via talk.bizarre, who I now know to be either dissociative or multiple, or survivors of severe abuse or other childhood weirdness. I keep losing track around 6-7 DDNOS-DID, and several other SA or abuse survivors who apparently didn’t split so badly.)
Crackers: Well, at least we’re in good company? BTW, is there anyone "normal" out there? What’s the definition of a "happy childhood?" Since I’m DDNOS, does that mean my childhood wasn’t happy? I’m weirding out, been doing more of that since starting the Zoloft. Better wander off to sleep, or maybe read my book "the intimate hour" by Susan Baur. Interesting book about the therapy relationship. Pope C: So if you can wait a year and a half, til summer ‘98, and can afford to get to Hawaii then, stay tuned. I don’t know if I can stay organized enough to make this happen, but it’s possible. — C — Pope C the Anonymous "The road to hell gets a total resurfacing…" — Jim Woodring
anonymized] Hey, Pope C! Keep us tuned in to the party update. Is this going to be
family thing? Are the outside littles invited to attend? How about beach volley ball? Take care Pope, and pleased to hear things are going good for you. Keep up the good work! Hope and Peace, Crackers — For more information about this service, send e-mail to:
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Hi and welcome back to ASD, Jeannette I remember sasha this is mare and i will talk to you later, i am struggling right now but want to say hi – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi everyone– I didn’t know if there would be anyone still here from when I used to read & post. It’s great to see so many. Previously I was sasha now new email:) Hi to old friends like embies:) Jeannette xoxoxoxooxoxoxox to all
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Hi everyone– I didn’t know if there would be anyone still here from when I used to read & post. It’s great to see so many. Previously I was sasha now new email:) Hi to old friends like embies:) Jeannette xoxoxoxooxoxoxox to all
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HEY YOU GOT MY NAME. HA! HA! JACKIE – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi everyone– I didn’t know if there would be anyone still here from when I used to read & post. It’s great to see so many. Previously I was sasha now new email:) Hi to old friends like embies:) Jeannette xoxoxoxooxoxoxox to all
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