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Araisagenic/Imagenic: -A system formed by MaDD or escapism, may have a headspace fused with or influenced by paracosms and parames, and may evolve into other types of systems(Gateway, Traumagenic, Parogenic, etc.) over time.
Araisative/Imative: -A system member in an Araisagenic/Imagenic system.
Narraplex: -A type of system headspace that has a complicated inner narrative. Narraplex systems are diverse and the way headspace works is most often out of control of the system, and are decided by the systems headspace or brain, making it possible for fronters or headmates to see narratives coming.
Influenspace: -A type of system headspace that is easily influenced by ideas and outside sources. Things like story prompts, art, and even synesthesia can cause events and narratives in headpace, which can also influence introjection, or cause intratrauma.
Cross-Fictive: -A fictive that is a “crossover” of typically two or more fictional characters or creatures. Whether this be from mixed-source AUs or just plain and simple crossovers of roles, Cross-Fictives do not identify with their source character or “role”, simply as themselves.
Source Anxiety: -Anxiety caused by an introjects source media or character/person being “problematic”, “cringy”, or otherwise worth hiding. This may cause the introject to disconnect from their identity to feel more safe or less ashamed, or to prevent people who may be triggered by their source being distressed.
Temp-Host/Tost: -A host who only handles fronting for a short period of time, likely just to help the normal host rest.
Overseer: A system member who keeps an eye on headspace and front, not always a gatekeeper. An Overseer’s job is to watch over things to make sure they’re safe. May also be a protector
Brainmate/Braintive: -A system member that is a personification of the system’s brain or thought process, often vocalizing thoughts to fronters or being an autopilot. May be a persecutor, protector, or fit into other roles.
Questionmate: -A system member that does not know their identity, source, nor origins, and has to wait for or find their identity.
Semi-Seperated Subsystem: -A subsystem that can optionally share a body/layer of headspace, where members are able to travel in and out of the layer/body of the subsystem.
Blurrflux: -A fuzztive/fogtive that switches between identities, may be influenced by fiction/fact/otherkinning. (Co-Coiner(s): Sleepless Podcast)
Nested Subsyspace: -A Nested Subsystems Headspace.
When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.
I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week I didn’t have much to ‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.
“What are you struggling with?” he asked.
I gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”
Not satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?”
I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it.
I wanted to have something more substantial.
Something more profound.
But I didn’t.
So I told him, “Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and scrub the dishes.”
I felt like an idiot even saying it.
What kind of grown ass woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with *actual* problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes?
But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:
“RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.”
I began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.
“Why the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares?! Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”
It blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.
That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times.
I felt like I had conquered a dragon.
The next day, I took a shower lying down.
A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever the fuck they fit.
There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.
Now that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry.
But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:
no more fucking mental hospitals in horror. stop making these places terrifying. stop stigmatizing the people who go to these places for help. no more fucking “schizophrenic” people in straight jackets. no more “psychotic” killers. we are people, not props. for fucks sake life is hard enough already.
Every time I see a post from someone talking about whether or not they let their alters do something my brain makes a record scratch noise and I -
You let them? So it’s you and your alters? And you’re automatically in charge because you’re the host? Can you imagine having someone else in control of your life without you being granted any autonomy… even worse are the people who force other alters to do things they don’t want to do.
Like hello? You’re meant to cooperate as best you can and it’s healthy to establish some boundaries, but every alter is an equal. Having DID is not being “a host with alters,” it’s being one part of a collective. You should treat your system with respect and stop seeing yourself as like… their supervisor.
[ID: Screenshots of an article from The New Yorker, titled “The best gifts I receive before top surgery”. It’s written by Maia Kobabe on December 18 2020.
Image 1: A drawing of two pajama shirts. One is dark blue patterned with repeating v-shaped patterns. The other is light blue with dark blue stripes. Beneath them are handwriting which says, “Two button-up pajama shirts (won’t be able to lift my arms for a few weeks)”
Image 2: A drawing of a cardboad box filled with various items. There is handwriting next to the box, describing the items. It reads: “Care package with cookies, K-pop albums, and a flash drive full of downloaded bootleg concerts”
Image 3: A drawing of a person. They have short hair and is wearing a green T-shirt. They hold a long pillow underneath their arms. The pillows have crescent holes cut out, so the person can fit their arms in. The person looks down, smiling, at a piece of paper. In the background is an enlarged close-up of the paper and its contents. It reads, “Welcome to the siblinghood of the travelling top-surgery pillow! A nonbinary friend gave this to me before my surgery, and it was perfect for protecting my chest from the seat belt on the ride home. Please pass it on to someone else once you’ve used it!”
Image 4: Various items drawn next to their captions. A drawing of two straws, captioned “Metal straws”. A drawing of a bouquet of flowers, captioned “Flowers”. A drawing of a text bubble which reads “HELL YEAH TEAT DELETE”, captioned “This text”.
I used to think having dissociative amnesia is this really dramatic, obvious thing but really it’s not for me. It’s boring. It’s a mundane. It’s my aunt asking me if I’ll still manage to come over for coffee even though I take part in a run this day and me neither remembering that she invited me nor that I take part in this run but pretending I know. “Yes, I still want to come over.” It’s showing my sister a funny video I just found and her telling me I already showed her. Twice. It’s finding notes signed with different names and somehow not thinking this is strange at all. It’s seeing a laundry basket in front of my door and knowing this means I’ll have to take my clothes out of the washing machine. It’s wondering how time flew by so fast. It’s setting reminders for everything. It’s writing everything down because I know otherwise I’ll forget.
It’s just everyday life. I’ve always been this way. After being diagnosed with DID I thought something would change. That I would get scary blackouts and wake up in different cities. And while this happens to other people, it doesn’t happen to me. It’s these little, sometimes annoying, sometimes exhausting, things for me. Nothing changed. I just never noticed.
