January 30, 2015

Say it. Then say it again.

Not quite so flattened today, did the afternoon school run, bought Chinese food and wine to eat up at mums. Noticed how unselfconscious we felt out, espicially near the school which is usually guaranteed to make us a couple of inches high and in shit covered rags but felt fine. Pain is around espicially this evening but not to the point where we start switching and crying. 

Writing what we did and doing the work we are doing over the amount of times objects where forced (or tried to be forced) past our cervix and left there and recognising the people who did it is a possible cause in feeling that much lighter today and last night.  Our legs have pretty much stopped hurting and we reckon that's a good sign of how mental other muscles have been. 

It's a very temporary break we know but it's really important we take time to notice how parts that once were mute in various degrees, trapped in traumas they could not let themselves see nevermind name or describ are now engaging with each other and themselves and it's not because of crisis or immediate survival. We are making brain changes people!! Reward yourselves. 

January 28, 2015

Post Script..

When we started writing that last post we were thinking about the ninties. Lots of it happened in my bedroom. Sometimes they would have parties there. Lots was filmed there to. Some put up screens to hide the wall paper etc some didn't bother and used known faces. I thought of it at the time as 'specialist specialist' it was unlikely going to be turning up in all the normal sites and shops used by lots of others. I seemed to be used a lot for specialist specialist sometimes.. Other times it seemed mostly cheap and nasty.

Anyhow when we started talking about the walking and starting to recognise and contect with each other - that's the Eighties.. 

..bastards..

Postcard from a very different place..

The chronic pain has always been very consciously connected to the kind of procedures that was used regularly for their experiments in dissociation and the value of the footage for the hard core proper sicko markets. But lots of the gangs and rings did similar stuff prefering and trying out different methods, orifices etc. Groups espicially but most individuals would get more extreme in terms of pain suffered, risks to by life with abusers becoming less and less able to show any empathy at any point. For many of them it seemed to us to be such literal woman hating, hating where you come from to abuse the womb in such ways by forcing things of increasingly size and/or variety inside then watching as whatever it was was pushed. It was rehearsed and done for show & profit. Used for punishment and to keep us in place or just cause abusers enjoyed it. There would be filming sometimes, the same kinds of extremes and dead walking porn producers and enforcers coming back year after year after year. 

A particular ring used to have us repeating the objects that were used, when it happened and why it happened and why we would relive it and other stuff in rhyming phrases.

The physical worst of it with that lot was mostly done and organised by men, some Scottish some not. 20s & 30s could tell they came from families who were powerful or made lots of money young they talked openly about how their contacts would protect them, they said they could get away with anything and liked to try and prove it.

 They really believed in their superiority to us and in the hiarchy of it all and most of them acted only respectfully towards members of the network of older, mostly white make establishment types would who were overseeing.  Sometimes they would use us for their personal fun to by taking us away for rape in private,  watching the procedures or by taking part preperations for whatever specific horrific footage the investors had required or the managers said was necessary for a subjects development.

This older lot were often into dressing up in silly customs and acting ridiculous things out. They got frustrated quickly if you refused or when you were in too much pain to prance around or act they wanted. Some were real groomers though and I knew I was unlikely to get out of the room bacting like I had been persuaded before consenting and acting like I was in love with the rapist/s. If they didn't have much time they would often just violently rape making it as humiliating and painfull as possible as punishment for not acting the part. It was so hard to see them as people and telling ourselves they had DID to didn't help.  

I spent a lot of time thinking about what was worst, what was making it all happen and if it could really be possible that all those household names could be completed psychopaths? They were definitely around but were the spooks and the thugs making us think they were much worse torturers than they actually were?

 I would walk about the Glen thinking about it and reliving the good moments whenever we could.  We started noticing how we responded to our surroundings. We started being able to identify different parts of our self by our responses to the different paths and bridges, woods, hills, buildings ect.

There seemed to be few abusers who just wanted to hurt or get whatever it was they got from us when they forced us to go away they so often wanted to use us to make money as well. We weren't sure why but we often found our selves thinking about that and feeling the complete alienation for my future and the world that this caused.
 








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January 23, 2015

Well maybe everything isn't all that awesome..

Alright, alright. Me telling you 'everything is fine' doesn't help. It's hard to engage on your own though.

There is a big push to get more in depth in therapy. We are getting behind the fronts that covers it all in ways that feels permanent. We need to have faith that the therapy is going to help eventuly with the pain that has controled us to varying degrees for a long time. There is not going to be any decorating when it burns and aches like this so much of the time, making the trauma feel nice and fresh. 

T talks about asking parts to stop the pain and think that with some in depth work she will start to understand how that isn't going work. It's too complex. We need to figure our which part is unable to communicate with another part that would free them up to help out the parts that will be able to help the parts who help the parts that cause the pain once they have their needs met.. 

Bloody politics. 

Of course it's not fine that we don't know where you are at.. Or if you are even alive or the soul we think you are etc., etc., just part of it all though isn't it.  

Pretty confident we haven't completly made you up or fallen for some cartel of 'Intel experts' cartoon.  It's the way everything else starts making sense when we start accepting the role you played in our survival that is most convincing.  We start remembering the monotony of being abused, the airports, the transitions and we all start to see and feel each other better. Best of all and scariest of all is the strong sense of an 'I' that has existed through it all rather than a constant dislocation and amnesia about the past. It's a human 'I' though, she became mute, buried without help.

We are not exactly prepared to accept the physical pain, the contractions, the inflammation and whatever else is going on is just something that will be forever but we know it is a possibility. 

Unsurprisingly the lack denial states makes being around mother very hard. It's an elephant in the room punching me in the uterus and making us feel we have moved no further forward in anyway.  We just feel like we need more than a therapist to deal with all that any time soon. 

We had forgotten we have noticed in the past how tired and achy we feel when we have too much contact with her. 

On the other hand, she has kept junior on school nights when we have said we are too sore to cope. We need the time. It's wonderful, treasured, fabulous, healing time! Even if it only happens when we are desperate from hurting. We can partially placate ourselves by taking a look at how far we have come and how we did it, let her have some time with him she is alone, older and it's probably not going to be able to see him forever, things are always changing.  

Bring Mr Men stuff & pens. Lots of pens.

Love you.




Postcard

Sorry we haven't written for a while. We are never very sure how to articulate when we are changing like we feel we are  at the moment. Not externally, we are releasing lots of pain and are exhausted with all the trauma recall that is popping up constantly but we can see ourselves without blinding negativity. We are not running from whatever pops up or holding on it either. We hold on to the part that lived it and watch the trauma file itself in a system that I am increasingly able to make sense of.  So much less DID shame. 

Cats are bloody brilliant. We love them. They seem like good non psychopathic pusses thankfully to. We are spending lots of time on the sofa cuddled up with them. The little one is so funny with all the typical young cat stuff it's a relief to have more life about the place. An even bigger relief that we are in a place where it is a relief to have all the life pitter pattering about if you know what I mean. 

Have invested lots of time and some actual real money on building a small castle town. We are proud of it! It's like the colouring, you can actually see the progress being made. Something pretty to show for our efforts that is still here I guess. It helps. We like it.  

Getting frustrated at times to but that is impossible to avoid and we remind our selves of that.  We can remembering being in a place where we couldn't think about DID without heartbreak and anxiety. We remember being a place where we felt constantly alienated from our own flesh and did our best to ignore every message it sent us. We are not in that place anymore and it's nice!

Got no idea in what sort of place you are all in at the moment but that's ok. 

January 16, 2015

cat trauma

She checked out a drawer a couple of times but wasn't content anywhere. Kept following me around. On me or as close to me as she could tolerate if we were smoking.  Her behaviour to the kitten had changed she was tolerating him.  Not growling or going for him any more. We knew something was up and we knew what. It was also clear that she wasn't going go find a corner or go under my bed or anything she just wanted be with me.  Having been in labour ourselves we we reluctant to try and persuade her to move. It was awful. Thankfully junior was at his grans anyway because pain was at non functioning levels, menstruating. We did lots of colouring in but it was only for so long we could sit there, colour whilst petting and calming talking to and encouraging her but we managed not to puke. When she started struggling she went into a dark corner with most of what looked like a lifeless wee soul already passed.

She was fine though, popped out a few minutes later minus kitten and looking non stressed, tried to get back on my lap. We where wearing our new jammie bottoms. She went back to the corner with a little bit of encouragement we weren't sure if she had more and the thought of her giving birth on our actual lap was too much. Thankfully. that was all though.  Didn't know what to do with the wee body but as she was following me about and not protecting it so much I shut her in the kitchen to get it. All black, seemed quite big really and definitely dead no matter how much we blew into its nose or rubbed its belly. The mom stays close to me still and meows a little bit at night when we go to bed and she doesnt want to come through for a little while. She is definitely our cat now. She puts her front legs over our belly and it comforts the sore parts more than the microwave hot thing does.

Very glad we had sufficient medication. We see pain we feel pain and seeing puss with full on contractions when we had already been suffering made it very difficult to not dissociate badly but we rode it out on gabys and weed. Have been hitting the gabys a bit hard because they improve our quality of life without necessarily taking all pain away and cause the doc said we should be taking them three times a day anyway.

We are becoming more comfortable and less judgey with ourselves about the drugs, prescribed and otherwise.  The pain is release, we are not just getting incomprehensible disturbing snippets any more we are remembering. We are starting to accept the experience as it was, all that physical pain and everything that went all long with it happened and how happen. It happened then and thats what it felt like but it is not happening now. Its really nice now. People who went through that would love living here with the rest of us. Its not perfect but we wont ignore or relish your pain.

Supershrink agrees, reluctantly of course that drugs really are acceptable at the moment because they loosen the anxiety that keeps the 'we don't have DID' system running and that means depression, lack of self worth, public vulnerability etc., etc,. in place. There is lots of commitment and excitement even that we are ready to start doing heavier work in therapy. Fucking scary as well of course. But the stuff we have already processed and is floating about in our head day to day and causing little or no anxiety when we bump into is hardly the lighter stuff or only understood from a limited perspective. We are sharing things. Its like we have the picture of what the jigsaw looks like know and are co-operating well in putting it together. We have taken enough of the walls down to see and wave to each other.  Taking the monsters apart in shifts and using the parts to repair the broken bits.

jeez enough with similes..  No change really just a bit further on with what we have always being doing. Feels great though. We bought Scotland socks. Seriously. Other socks and pants to. And new duvet and pillows so we have some that havent been peed or puked on at any time.. Even Gran is buying herself playmobil. She said something about buying camping gear we were only half listening and never said she wasnt really fit for camping these days. When us came back with the bairns after school she was constructing a playmobil campsite. She has bought sets for the kids to. Excellent. We are of course utterly delighted with out fairies, trees and animals collection. Unspeakably so at times..

Maybe some things have changed..

 People that were in hell are know wandering about in ancient woodlands or lazing around on beaches, watch tv and smoke weed all day in safety..

January 02, 2015

2015. First Post.


Cleaned a good bit yesterday, bits that have been put off for ages and hoovered. Metal dish scrubber and sponge to vinyl, got off most the paint splashes off floor neat the doors, the mankiest of skirting washed. Splatter on kitchen radiator gone. Big. Steps.

Back to looking forward to sorting and usifying house again. Moving little bits of furniture around to see how it will work best. Staring at walls and thinking about colours and light.

Been great with kids here.  They are at ages that with enough good new distractions they can be left to it. Let them turn their room into utter carnage. Of course their Gran stressed about them making mess. Particularly when they got into a bag of wool. They are are healthy able bodied primary school aged kids, there are three of them and its wool.. besides they are co-operating really well and its merry merry, let them be. Couldnt of felt happier seeing monkey clarted in dust from pastels, might frame some of what she has done, really smart. The small cat on the other hand has much higher chances of hurting its self in there with all that wool and think even he isnt in any real danger what with the Spider Monkey usually attached or trying to be attached to her already.  He is a non binary cat, who gets called both 'he' and 'she'. Poor thing scarperd under my bed today, his mum was not up for sharing her refuge. He didnt go there to bother her by trying to play he just wanted to get away from the monkey.

Couldnt of made a fabulous start to sorting out the spare room without them. We told them to go sort it out so gran had somewhere to sleep just to see what would happen and the did excellent job in clearing it. Dead chuffed with them.


.. Sweeping our kitchen floor and scrubbing dead sister related grubbiness away is way more fun with a new young cat around than without one.. :-)

And all the good drink, food, smokes helps of course.

The Other Puss is much more confident around the house to but still extremely grumpy with her son. She has started settling on top of my bed today instead of under it, happy enough to purr away, sleep, etc. Dont think she is pregnant any more. She just has a really small head.. and we have been over feeding her of course..