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Written by Joanna Doane Feb. 27, 2007
How does this Happen?
When we're driving down the highway, so zoned out that we miss our exits, there is still some part of our minds that is controlling our hands on the wheel, and our foot on the gas peddle. Think of it...isn't that amazing in a way? Otherwise we would do more then miss our exit. We would crash into a guardrail or into another car. But, imagine if you stayed zoned for hours or even days like that? And, along with keeping making sure your hands stay on the wheel, and that your foot doesn't leave the gas peddle, this part pumps your gas, stops in rest areas to allow your mind some rest, and at mcdonalds to keep your body nourished? Pretty crazy, huh? Thank god for the ability to focus, and pay attention, or else we might all be pretty screwed.
Remember when you were first learning to drive? However old you were when that took place ... maybe 16, 17...somewhere around there... Go back there. You're with someone that taught you how to stop at red lights, how to wait for oncoming traffic, and how to parallel park. You'd never done any of this before so you needed them to be patient with you. They needed to be strict enough with you in the beginning so that it became automatic for you not pull down a one-way street headed the wrong way. As you got better that someone was able to let you drive, for the most part, more independently. But they probably still nagged at you when you were driving "too fast" or what they felt was "too recklessly". Adults can be pretty lame. Every kid that age dreams of the day that would surely come, when they could drive without this lame-ass, breathing down their neck like a vulture. Then they could go whatever speed you wanted. Now imagine a three year old in the same situation...we'll make childhood into an metaphor of "learning to drive". They would need help to figure out how to put the keys into the ignition, how to shift gears. All this would take them much longer...it all would need to be mastered before they could even get out on the road. Once they do get out on the road, they would zone just as we all do sometimes, missing their exits. But God, children have incredible imaginations. They can go in places inside their little minds, which we wish we could only return to. Back then all we needed was our favorite blanket and teddy, and life was good. Remember how huge everything was... it was all so bright and amazing. There were no limits to the possibilities. We could fly through the air in our backyards and not pay any attention to the adults or older kids smirking. They never seemed to get it that we REALLY could fly. Okay, this is where we stop smiling to ourselves and things turn serious and dark. Sorry to have to do this to you, but I don't know how else for you to comprehend my eventual stance on things. So, this child is learning to drive in their little car. Bright eyed, with that hair that way perfect...perfect skin. Way better than being a teenager...definitely better than being an adult. But then things go terribly wrong. Imagine you're this kid, but your aheaded caretaker/driving instructor is far from patient, or understanding, and really they really just wants to hurt you. Your little car has tinted windows so no one can see this crazy person screaming and freaking out on you. Although sometimes the people in the car next to you look over, offering you strange expressions due to all the shouting. But they can't see. God, you wish they could see. What's it like in their cars? What's it like to be them? Maybe if they could see they would help you out. Maybe not though. No one sees when this psycho holds a gun to your head, threatening to kill you when you can't manage to shift into drive fast enough. Keep in mind; this is all just a metaphor. The point is just that this instructor is very, very sick. We don't know why. We don't really care why, because we don't want to know what would make someone turn into such a monster. We get mad at ourselves for provoking them. Perhaps they sometimes force us to head into traffic the wrong way when they're feeling particularly sick. With all this chaos, would you not think that any child would escape sometimes, perhaps through this zoning out and imagining themselves far away? Maybe in a similar fashion to the way that we still get lost in our thoughts and miss our exits. But remember, a three year old's mind isn't wired the same way...they are just not anywhere close to as emotionally or intellectually developed as we are. That's why their kids, right? When they retreat into their imaginations to do some backyard flying, much less to escape this yelling and feeling over nauseating terror, there would still be a part of their minds that keeps their hands holding the steering wheel and their foot on the gas. However the child would still be learning how to cope with everyday life. That part of their minds still holding the steering wheel might stick around longer sometimes...and still longer other times. It could get to the point to where this kid is four and they go days this way because it's the only way they can cope. They come and go, with some part of their minds taking over. But, eventually that part of their mind gets warn down also. So a new one develops, because kids can be anything and anyone up there. Superman, a dog...it doesn't matter. Only things continue this way for years and decades...could you imagine? What would become of that child who's zoned all that time? In and out, in and out...holding on to the moments when the driver stopped to use the restroom, when they could just sit alone in peace for a while. Or maybe when crazy was in a better mood sometimes. But this chaos always started up again, and this dreaming reflex became automatic.... this zoning business. So now what?
Seriously...What the Hell?
Okay, this next part is for those of us who've end up with this horrible condition due to circumstances matching the scenario above. If you're curious, or have someone close to you diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder, feel free to read ahead. If you're diagnosed however, and feel you're losing your mind, please pay attention. This may help you to get a grip on how you're life really isn't over and it really will all be okay.
Once you're diagnosed as having dissociative identity disorder it can take a while before you eventually come to realize that you're "head of household" in a family full of strangers who all share the same body and mind - yours. You might find yourself asking, "Who are these people? This is crazy...what am I going to do"? Whatever you do, don't look at yourself as being a mere fragment of a person. Every single one of these "strangers" is just a part of you, only magnified and separated from your conscious awareness. Hopefully the following information will help to give you some ideas on how you can begin to take care of yourself, including these pieces of consciousness that make up your mind. By stabilizing your inner system of fragmented memories and feelings - split from your consciousness - you will enable yourself to live a more functional life.
LISTEN
KEEPING YOURSELF SAFE It's rather possible that, in the past, these parts of you knew no safety what so ever, so its important for you to relay the message that things are different now. You need to be reminded that no ones going to hurt you now so that you can heal. Each part of you is in a new home with safe people so you don't have to worry anymore. If you're not in a safe place, it's vital that that changes, or healing cannot begin. You might have all your inner parts practice grounding techniques for times when you get scared and triggered. Create for yourself and your inner parts a place mentally, where you can go in your mind, when you're scared or hurting - place where you can feel safe. You probably still have quite an imagination. Just do your best ... that's all that any of us as humans can really ever do. This place, for example, might be a room where the door can be locked. It just needs to be a safe place for you, within your own mind, where your sense of danger still ruminates. Whatever you feel is best for you - try and be creative. It can help to draw this place…to make it more concrete and real in being able hold it in front of you and really see it.
A DIFFERENT LIFE One basic way of keeping the lines of communication open is by keeping a journal to write back and forth in. This is also a neat way to record your progress. Write as if writing a letter to your mental fragments. When you have dissociative episodes, you may come to find that you've written yourself back from a place that seems foreign…. from a different age, with different handwriting, thoughts, and beliefs. Continue writing this way, back and forth. Probably not right away, but eventually you may be able to develop some internal dialogue with your parts. Many of us who have dissociative identity disorder hear what seem like inner voices. But these are just nothing more than audible thoughts of parts that, being so disconnected, sound like auditory hallucinations. Don't worry; you're not having a psychotic breakdown. Mentally "call out" to them, and respond, mentally, to what they "have to say." See if they answer back. This might sound absurd and ridiculous, but your need to take charge and reconnect somehow. You aren't sharing your body with different people. Your ,memories and emotions are just fragmented and can be integrated through therapy and dedication. But also never lose sight of the fact that such unconscious entities prove that the human mind is an amazing thing.
PATIENCE
LOVE Always remember, the more you work with reconnecting with your inner system, the easier it will become. No goal is ever unreachable and no situation is ever hopeless.You're living proof of that.
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