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Kay

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I…Just…don’t…even.
You two are both really bad at this. YOU are rubbish at words, and you know exactly who YOU are. Yeah you fucked up again. Meanwhile Tasha? You need to learn to fucking talk about things and not just go ‘oh, okay that hurt’ and then cover everything up like it didn’t matter until you have an episode. For two people working on communication, you’re both bloody terrible at it. (Starshine you get a free pass you’ve been doing amazingly. Gimme a nudge if you need help, I always have time to give you advice.)

Tundra

If I may, I am going to run through the thought process of our pup for just a moment. As there is no way to convey this in any other format.
“I am amazing because…because I’m a fucking failure and still somehow have people supporting me? Because my life is stupid and pointless but I just can’t die? No, no I’m meant to think of good things, good things, I am amazing, I am amazing…..except I’m not, I’m appallingly useless and pathetic, I’m rubbish, I’m…I’m nothing…I’m no one good, and people will realise eventually and turn their backs and walk away wondering what kind of mistake they ever made…that’s me. A mistake.”
This is why it’s hard. This is why it’s a challenge. And this is only the first sentence of many. They go through this over and over, fighting to get the good thing, fighting to find it, to see themselves not as some demon…and now they’re scared, and now they’re lonely, and now they’re shutting people out, except still they’re not. Still they open up, and reach out. They expect daggers slicing their palm apart, but still they open it and reach, begging for one small thing: Someone to take their hand in theirs. Sure, they also want that person to pull them free of their own muddy grave, to help them be held close, to feel safe, but they don’t ask for that. All they ask is that that person does not let go. They expect them to, and they won’t resist, they will not cling.
Except this time. This time they are clinging, and they are not letting go, and they are so scared of these hands going limp, and dropping them. And so are we. We feel their fear, we see their nightmares, and we know their heart. And hear them cry.
Why do we stand by them despite all they have done? Despite their disaster inducing life? Because it’s not their fault, and every day they fight for something. No matter how small. And right now they are scared and more alone feeling than ever, but are unwilling to reach out until they know for sure. I will not explain, that is theirs to say. But I hope a hand will hold theirs tightly as they face this next challenge.

Tasha

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There is a skull inside my head forming, it is calling to other fae, it has Beth’s eye, and I keep feeling like something is coming, and keep dreaming other fae take control of me, but so far I’m still me. I hope the wolves know what’s going on because I sure as hell don’t…

Orion post

Hi, there was a lot of debate about who to post this but I’m going to say something even if no one else will. Beth has now violated Tasha twice, and I am worried about their safety and health as a result, this time they were conscious, and aware, and had to experience it as well as any repercussions. If we find a way to destroy Beth it will never come too soon. I am fucking livid.

Tasha

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So the upside of this blog is I can somewhat keep a track of who’s been in control. Hi Beth, you seem unwilling to talk directly to me, so I guess I’ll speak here. I know exactly what you meant in your last post, so thanks for the tip, you forget we share the same space, and, well, you’re not very original. I know now that it was you who took over a: without permission, b: without letting me know who it was, and c: pretended to be me. That’s a whole lotta fun right there huh? Well, if you wanna talk anytime, I am right here. Literally. Also what the fuck did you say to convince the wolves not to share? They seem to think it’s within my best interests not to know. But you aren’t exactly subtle.

In other news, I was entirely me at my dad, and then less so but still blunt about how much she’s put me through at my mum, and now I am getting neutral to silence from the both of them. It’s almost like they don’t know how to be reasonable people so are shunting the blame of them making my mental health worse RIGHT back at me. (Pro tip, it’s not almost like, it is exactly like.)

I also appear to be the best at writing long blogs, or rather not short ones. Sorry for worrying you Fuscus. I know, I said it in person already but…Imma make a point of saying it here as well. ❤

Fuscus

Tasha is having a personality crisis, not sure what to do, splitting is happening, I am here and so is Tasha but Tasha cannot understand everything we’re saying. Also they have a fever which is not helping, but I am currently talking to people trying to help Tasha with irl people because Tasha is breaking and thinking they should not exist and look I’m not good at this, I’m good at enthusiasm and the odd wise word and am panicking and not sure how to fix and lupus is out, he usually uses the discord but then bayleyi is the next closest but he’s out on a hunt and just, not good, bad day, deviantart is revealing Tasha’s mood, cos they use the journal there when they’re being honest. Um. Yeah.

Kay – a hello

For reference, Tasha made that title, and it is a nice feeling to come in and see a greeting. I know the greeting is to you lot, but it feels like it’s to me, and I know it kind of is. It may sound odd, but even though I’m next to Tasha at all times, and never leave their side, and get to be with them, sometimes I feel far away. I am not glad I can switch with them, but I do appreciate sharing such a close space with them. Also it is cold, pup needs to wear gloves or something more. I suppose they curl their hands more than I do.

I will be honest, I have very little idea of what to say, I am glad I get to be the first post but it’s not going to be very interesting as I don’t have much to say to anyone else. My main conversation topics are within the pack, or with Tasha, and I don’t have problems to discuss, or frustrations, other than pup being stubborn and not listening, but who would Tasha be if they weren’t like that heh?

I’m going to leave it there, as I really am not the most talkative.
Ask whatever and I’ll try to respond.

K

Tasha – Post number one

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I am claiming first post as the main host 😀
So if you’re here you probably know me, if not, I am super suspicious of how you found me. I have many MANY diagnosees but DID is the on this place is going to focus on. This is somewhat inspired by the recent spate of people with mental health opening up about it all, but I’m going to let each personality/alter/whatever you wanna call them, my others, post blogs here. A lil escape for them if they need it, and an outlet for them. Feel free to send messages, ask question, or respond to stuff, though you may not always get the author responding.
The way my system works is mostly organised, in that generally people have to introduce themselves, and generally it’s somewhat an agreed switch, but not always. So sometimes I may not even be aware a blog post has been made, but usually I will be, and everyone will be in agreement about the switch. I entirely expect the ‘others’ section to be full of random new personalities until they become more defined. I am also shortly going to switch with Kay as I am positive I want him to be the first alter post.
He may be resistant, but he has agreed ^w^
So, see you all the other side of his blog! Now to work out how to display this… XD