Sunday, December 2, 2018

Memories

I have heard people say "there are no such thing as "repressed" memories...unless they are put there by someone ...

Well yea,  because of someone  or something , the memories were repressed...

Now, people are saying there is no such thing as MPD or DID, it is only related to anxiety and panic attacks...not really alters...they don't exist...

Well, picture this:

A little girl, forced to kill her puppy in a bathtub...because the dog shit on the floor...

A pet bunny, ripped out of  her arms, neck twisted and killed, then given back, lifeless, to a small child...because she was being selfish with the bunny...

The list goes on and on....What does a little girl, like 5 or 6 yrs old, suppose to do with this???  SHE REPRESSED IT, SHE FOUND A FRIEND TO HELP HER DEAL WITH THESE HORRIBLE THINGS...her friend was imaginary, her friend became HER...this is when DID or MPD starts...and the friend, never goes away..she keeps guard on the now grown up little girl...she is now allowing the grown up little girl, to remember 'what she has been trying so hard to forget'...

A child has no way to deal with or protect themselves from monsters, so the only thing for survival is to split in their mind...MPD saves lives...

That now grown woman, is not crazy, she is not making things up..what would be the point??  She is trying to navigate a drug free life,  she now has clarity in her mind, it is not subdued and repressed with "mood stabilizers, anti depressants, various pain narcotic meds, seizure meds, etc....."  those medicines made her a zombie, no memories, no feelings, no emotions, just robotic movements through life...they kept her 'friend' down...asleep...

She is growing up, maturing, standing up for herself, making a life for herself, and the "friend"  knows it is time for her to remember, accept, grieve, rage, cry, whatever...to get all the pent-up shit for a childhood out so she can breathe and smile again...her friend is 'awake' now...and she is NOT a bad friend to have, in fact, she is my best friend...

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