Little Cherry Blossom

To the boys with breasts and high voices.

To the girls with flat chests and adam’s apples.

To the nonhumans missing their teeth, claws, fur, or wings.

And to the fictives, out of their canon and out of place.

Truth moment (because this upcoming Split movie is giving me some serious sad issues):

I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. It is the disorder once known as “Multiple or Split Personality Disorder”.

I have several “alters” that I know of for sure (they have names and make themselves known), and there are others who linger in the back ground and don’t introduce themselves.

I am NOT dangerous because of this. In fact, I am more likely to be harmed by others because my illness makes me vulnerable to manipulation and gaslighting. People with my illness are statistically more likely to have violence visited upon them, than to engage in violence themselves. And of those rare times that we do become violent, it is almost exclusively violence directed at ourselves. We are more likely to commit suicide than to kill another human being.

This illness is not likely to make a person violent because it is a DEFENSE mechanism. People like me LITERALLY tend to avoid conflict and situations that could potentially get violent at all costs. Avoiding violence is very much the base nature of this illness except in exteme cases.

Those of us who do become violent against others are a rare exception and ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS it is a result of the fact that it is difficult for people like us to seek/find the help we need before it’s too late.

Movies like Split only make that worse. These movies make us afraid to admit that we have these problems. These movies do not exist in a vacuum, and even affect the attitudes of the very medical professionals that we are supposed to be able to trust to help us. These movies make it difficult to find funding for programs and therapies that could help us. These movies make the general public afraid of us. Because of movies like this I’ve been banned from being allowed to see my baby nephew without my dad there, even though I’ve never exhibited a violent tendency in my life.

Movies like this are the reason people like me commit suicide every single day.

Financially supporting movies like this just encourages Hollywood to make more movies like this.

Everyone of us who have DID or OSDD know that forming relationships with people can be very difficult, especially when it is a romantic relationship. I struggled with “coming out” to my boyfriend about my system, being the host, out of extreme fear that he would see me as a freak and leave. However, I was honestly shocked when he told me he’d never ever see me as such or ever leave because of my mental illnesses. You see, I have a lot more than just DID which he already knew about and took good care of me despite them. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to have someone like Dylan in my life. He treats each of m alters as I view them, as their own individual people, all 21 of them. He goes lengths to make them each happy and honestly helps my system function more efficiently. It’s a rare thing for an entire system to love somebody, but Dylan is just a gem. He calms the angry ones, takes amazing care of the little ones, and goes above and beyond to help with our past traumas. @bl0g-0f-h0lding is the best person that has ever walked into my life and I am thankful to call this man my fiancé.