Anyway, when I was adopted was when stuff really hit the fan. My mom always said that I was doing stuff when I wasn't. There was always arguments between me, my mom, and one of my sisters. It was never-ending and I was miserable.
There was one time where my mom yelled about going back to sleep when I looked at her like she was nuts. I remember asking what she was talking about and that I was asleep the entire time.
Eventually I went to Job Corps in Chicago to learn a trade. The wellness staff (think school nurses) apparently had lots of contact with my mom and told her stuff that I honestly have no recollection of.
I do remember one incident though. I had run out of meds (that I felt I didn't need anyway) and they were threatening to send me home if I couldn't get more sent up. All I remember is saying that I didn't wanna go home, but apparently I ended up totally flipping out and threatening to kick the wellness staffs' butts. All I remember was arguing with them telling them I didn't want to go home. I ended up going home anyway and I remember my mom asking what happened. I told her flat out what happened and when she said that I threatened the staff I told her I don't remember that. All I remembered was arguing with them, pleading not to be sent home.
While I was home for a week I ended up going to my Uncle Ray's house and apparently there were times I'd be up at night on the phone, which led to my Aunt Denny taking my phone at night. When she mentioned that I was up at night with the phone (to which I said I wasn't) we argued to the point where I said whatever and went to bed without my phone. I ended up talking to Uncle Ray while I was there and that is apparently when he said he talked to some of my personalities.
So fast forward and I remember my mom telling me I had multiple personalities and honestly I didnt believe her. I thought she was lying and trying to bs me.
Fast forward again and I remember being home after housing with my sisters didn't help and I remember reading through my journal and I see something odd. It mentioned the possibility.
Fast Forward one more time and now I'm in my 20s. I live with my boyfriend Matt and I remember talking to my Uncle Ray on Facebook and mentioned what my mom said.
Then he drops the bombshell: "You do have multiple personalities and I've talked to some". Yay whoo right? I believed him and asked him for more details, and he told me. I wasn't having any problems so I didn't worry too much about it...
And now I've found this site and my other personalities are coming out and being rather talkative and I have NO idea what to make of it. I dont know if I'm afraid (I dont exactly feel scared) but I AM really uneasy. To accept them (and I have for the most part) means to accept that what my mom said I did and what the others said I did was actually true... But I didn't do that, but no one else sees it that way. They see my body, and therefore I did it.
I wanna know everything that they remembered but at the same time I know that if they (my mom and sister) tell me I'm gonna be really weirded out because I'm prolly not gonna remember most of it.
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