Dissociative identity disorder

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Rather than reblog the post of today I am posting the link from the Anonymous Outsiders DID category, to provide a fuller insight into today’s blog which was A Snapshot of Mental Illness; this is first cab off the rank the earlier posts are below it.

As you may notice, from time to time there are reblogs here on the various aspects of mental dis-ease. I refer to it as dis-ease rather than disorder since in my own experience my own BPAD is more of an uncomfortable or a mind ill at ease than one that is sick or decayed.

I cannot even begin to imagine what it is like to live as this one above here lives and fights for life every second of each day and I wouldn’t like to know.

( Post on DID Dissociative identity disorder, Multi personality disorder)

At my very worst I have experienced the inner voices that tear my being to shreds, the others that would leave me friendless because then there is no one who can hurt me. The external voices that have so loudly whispered my name and passers by all who seem to be speaking about me – as if I were so important or well known or?

The strange, sometimes horrifying miss-perceptions of the world – far more than merely ‘seeing things’ or a ‘trick’ of the eyes, such as the Anaconda with the cars riding its back that writhed between me and the car park I had to pass through to reach the Railway Station. Or the circle of Field Mice surrounding the Hills Hoist as I hung out the washing – back in the early 90s now. BPAD- the result of Congenital Brain injury and Epilepsy, each leading to the other like a horrible train of thought on a collision course for where?

Br Andrew

 

5 comments

  1. Thanks for sharing this… if my pain can help other’s in any way, it’s all worth it. I believe that God always uses pain to bring about good, even though He is not the cause of it, and I hope that He uses mine to help others.

    Sincerely… Thank you.

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      • Thank you… inspiring, scary, and Godly is an incredibly high compliment, and I really appreciate it. You inspire me as well. Thank you for helping me see that there is a point, particularly in those darkest hours when I can’t see it myself. Thank you, my friend.

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      • A passage for you, on This Momentous Day: “Not one day in anyone’s life is an uneventful day, no day without profound meaning, no matter how dull and boring it might seem, no matter whether you are a seamstress or a queen, a shoeshine boy, or a movie star, a renowned philosopher or a Down’s-syndrome child. Because in every day of your life, there are opportunities to perform little kindnesses for others, both by conscious acts of will and unconscious example. Each smallest act of kindness—even just words of hope when they are needed, the remembrance of a birthday, a compliment that engenders a smile—reverberates across great distances and spans of time, affecting lives unknown to the one whose generous spirit was the source of this good echo, because kindness is passed on and grows each time it’s passed, until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage years later and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each thoughtless expression of hatred, each envious and bitter act, regardless of how petty, can inspire others, and is therefore the seed that ultimately produces evil fruit, poisoning people whom you have never met and never will. All human lives are so profoundly and intricately entwined—those dead, those living, those generations yet to come—that the fate of all is the fate of each, and the hope of humanity rests in every heart and in every pair of hands. Therefore, after every failure, we are obliged to strive again for success, and when faced with the end of one thing, we must build something new and better in the ashes, just as from pain and grief, we must weave hope, for each of us is a thread critical to the strength—to the very survival of the human tapestry. Every hour in every life contains such often-unrecognized potential to affect the world that the great days and thrilling possibilities are combined always in this momentous day.” – Dean Koontz, From The Corner of His Eye

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  2. I love Dean Koontz, though it has been sometime since I read him. Thank you for this. I am sorry it took a while to respond, our Net was down on that day here in Australia and did not come back up again until Friday evening. Appreciate this very much i think i will pop it up in a post.

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