Some who read my blog may find this post upsetting. I’m going to be walking on holy ground for many of us who live with dissociative identity disorder.
An Alternate Explanation of Integration
Childhood abuse dramatically changes the number of neurons in the brain. It can both increase and decrease their ability to communicate with one another.
Addicted to the Chaos of Dysfunctional Self-Pity
The chaos brought on by dysfunctional self-pity can result from childhood trauma. An unhealthy and chaotic family causes this.
How What We Choose Affects Our Lives
Even when people in our childhoods harmed us, it is how we behave as adults that will make or break our lives. What choices do successful adults make?
What is Friendship? Let Me Tell You A Story
We were close as flower petals. We knew each other’s hearts and each other’s fears. And we knew how to find strength in one another.
Waiting for the Other Shoe to Fall
If as children we lived in a threatening world where our needs were met with our caregivers responding with abuse, we become hyperalert for danger.
Attachment to the Perpetrator
What makes us attach to people who harm us? Why do we find it almost impossible to leave abusive relationships? How do we change this pattern?
Finding Beauty After Trauma
Allowing ourselves to peek out from behind the clouds of despair that often follow a traumatic event and see the beauty around us is life-giving.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
in 2005, I became so ill that I checked myself into a long-term mental health facility. But the staff said Dissociative Identity Disorder did not exist.
The Walls Between Us
As traumatized children, we avoided insanity by forming alters and amnesiac barriers. This becomes a huge problem in adulthood.
I Am A Survivor, That’s What I Do
I’m a survivor, that’s what I do | I did not give up then | I do not give up now | I will battle to my last breath | Fighting long-held lies with the truth
Replacing the Old Tapes with New
Every adult human has them. Those voices in the back of your consciousness silently telling you of your worth, recorded in childhood.