Multiple Personalities Support Group
Dissociative identity disorder is a diagnosis described as the existence in an individual of two or more distinct identities or personalities, each with its own pattern of perceiving and interacting with the environment. At least two of these personalities are considered to routinely take control of the individual's behavior, and there is also some associated memory loss,...
This is just conjecture and suspicion at the moment...I think I had sex with dad in part because he was less violent when I did.
Basically, I have discovered in the past few weeks...a part of me that was formed to...service him. Pottymouth is her name, probably because he went "potty" in her mouth.
And so I am getting a lot of flicks of stuff I don't yet remember fully.
Last night I was driving home...and this alter, part, whatever, started saying "I want my daddy," over and over.
He terrified me, I thought he could kill me, he acted as if he would kill me if I crossed him.
He threw me off the side of the stairs at the very top that once, he hit me in the mouth hard enough that my lip was cut open on the inside and I fell over.
I loved him so much, and trusted him...and wanted his love, and...yet was terrified he was going to kill me every time he started shouting.
I just wanted him to love me, I just wanted to be safe...
He bound me up with love and fear and trust, all so he could have sex every night with a daughter who became just what he wanted, a 6-year-old who wanted to have sex with him.
I feel so broken inside.
Basically, I have discovered in the past few weeks...a part of me that was formed to...service him. Pottymouth is her name, probably because he went "potty" in her mouth.
And so I am getting a lot of flicks of stuff I don't yet remember fully.
Last night I was driving home...and this alter, part, whatever, started saying "I want my daddy," over and over.
He terrified me, I thought he could kill me, he acted as if he would kill me if I crossed him.
He threw me off the side of the stairs at the very top that once, he hit me in the mouth hard enough that my lip was cut open on the inside and I fell over.
I loved him so much, and trusted him...and wanted his love, and...yet was terrified he was going to kill me every time he started shouting.
I just wanted him to love me, I just wanted to be safe...
He bound me up with love and fear and trust, all so he could have sex every night with a daughter who became just what he wanted, a 6-year-old who wanted to have sex with him.
I feel so broken inside.
This is sad. Your broken heart is so tender. I grieve with you for what you never had that you should have had; a dad who was good to care for you and protect you rather than use you that way. And for the childhood you lost because of this. I pray healing comes to you.
Stephanie et al