Who am I? A vent by the host of a DID system.
I don't think people without DID/OSDD understand the exact magnitude of what it means to not know who you are, especially as a host of a system. Like yeah when you're dissociated and blendy it can be hard to understand who you are or what's going on, but every single goddamn day I, Jules, host of the system, have an anxiety attack because I have no idea who I really am. I can be fully in front with nobody co-con and I don't know who I am.
I don't really know what I like and dislike. I don't know my style preferences. Every time I think about wearing clothes or eating food, someone else is co-con and influences me to get what they want. I generally don't even realize it until I'm looking down at what I'm wearing and I'm like "oh wow, Foster would love this outfit." Surprise, bitch! Foster picked it out!
I like reading and writing. So does James. In fact I literally cannot write anything unless James is co-con with me. Sure we have different style choices, I tend to be a little more aggressive, but I feel like my ability to actually write is hella influenced by him.
I enjoy punk rock. But I also enjoy indie. And hyperpunk. And 2000s pop. Guess who else enjoys these things? Alice, James, Brett, and Foster. The main fronters. When I don't know what I want to listen to someone will always decide for me.
I recently wondered what my favorite color was. I don't really have one. My favorites are green, red, black, and cyan. Oh...but guess who does have favorite colors? James, Foster, Alice, and Brett. The main fronters.
I feel like the entirety of who I am is dependent on them. Without them, who am I? I truly feel like I am a husk of a personality. Like they made me up as their "singlet-sona" (I hate that word, I just can't think of anything else) and I just exist as someone they masquerade as in front of others. I myself am nobody. I don't know who I am. I have no memory of my childhood, my teen years are spotty at best, and I spend entire days of my adulthood as someone else and nobody knows it.
My mother was certain I loved chocolate cake. Foster does, I don't really care for it. My fiance makes me mac n cheese because it's my favorite, but it's also Brett's favorite, so is it really? Some days I love hot coffee but some days I prefer iced. Depends on if James or Brett are co-con I guess.
When it's just me in front I feel like I never know what I want. I have all these hobbies and talents that I thought I had but I don't. I like soda, but I don't know which one is my favorite because it changes so often. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed by not knowing who I am that I desperately try to get someone to co-con with me so I have an inkling of what it's like to actually *like* things and have hobbies and goals.
I fully, 100%, don't know who I am. I don't know my sexuality, I don't know my gender identity, I don't know any of my likes and dislikes. I have been the host for as long as I can remember but that's not very reliable, considering I barely remember anything. It is so painful. I feel so empty, so devoid. I don't know anything about ME and I am scared. And sad. I just want to be myself but who is the real me?
If anyone else has anything to add, feel free. I feel so alone in this. Systems only, please, I feel like singlets don't quite understand this predicament.