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Sep. 28th, 2005 04:49 pmOn my personal journal I'm a member of a secret anonymous comment community and one of the questions was "What do you wish you HAD kept a secret?" I said that I wished no one knew we were multiple or something, and then I just checked back today and someone asked if the other personalities felt the same way. I ended up posting this huge rant about the whole thing, just so much... rage, just at how things are for us.
Some of them. Mostly not. I'm usually seen as pretty antisocial, everyone else just loooooves when someone calls them by the right name, they have these happy little friendships, but we can't move out of this circle of friends because we don't get taken seriously anywhere else. They get scared every time we have to tell someone new about us, every time they try to explain it, because you never know who's going to accept it and who's going to call you attention seeking and manipulative. There's always people who look at other multiples and see the crazy things they say and decide that everyone, all multiples, are like that, that we're sick or delusional or something. You have to share all your time with other people. The only people I really feel a little comfortable with, others like as well, and it's so hard to find time of my own. Normal people complain that there's only 24 hours in a day, but for me there's so, so many less.
There's less of everything.
I could have gone on but I was getting wound up enough as it was I guess.
Some of them. Mostly not. I'm usually seen as pretty antisocial, everyone else just loooooves when someone calls them by the right name, they have these happy little friendships, but we can't move out of this circle of friends because we don't get taken seriously anywhere else. They get scared every time we have to tell someone new about us, every time they try to explain it, because you never know who's going to accept it and who's going to call you attention seeking and manipulative. There's always people who look at other multiples and see the crazy things they say and decide that everyone, all multiples, are like that, that we're sick or delusional or something. You have to share all your time with other people. The only people I really feel a little comfortable with, others like as well, and it's so hard to find time of my own. Normal people complain that there's only 24 hours in a day, but for me there's so, so many less.
There's less of everything.
I could have gone on but I was getting wound up enough as it was I guess.
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Date: 2005-09-28 07:43 pm (UTC)