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Can I keep you inside of my heart? 🫀🏠
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hello, can we ask for a iw traumaholder flag? for parts that hold trauma from inner world experiences. i hope you have a lovely day/night!
Yep, Inner World Trauma Holder role flag
Hope you have a nice day as well. We used purple because we associate purples with in system experiences and structures, we are not really sure why. Also we switched the order of the colors did with the other trauma holder flags.
"The Empty Core" by Jeffery Seinfeld. direct quote.
[ The schizoid person presents as superficial, concrete, overly related to facticity and reality (Giovacchini 1986). Despite the constriction and repression of phantasy life, he may on occasion reveal strange and fantastic dream fragments or fleeting segments of phantasy suggesting a rich and complex inner world. (British object relations analysts have been inclined to use phantasy in referring to unconscious phantasy and fantasy to refer to the conscious level of such psychic activity). The affect is constricted. The schizoid withdraws from the external world in favor of a preoccupation with internal life. As long as one can successfully repress intense dependence, the schizoid functions well in the real world. The character structure and defenses remain stable but rigid. ]
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CDD systems/People with CDDs
Have you done any kind of system mapping* before?
No
Don't remember
Yes, drawn innerworld/headspace locations style maps
Yes, alter role, relationship, and/or subsystem chart style maps
Yes, detailed written descriptions as a form of mapping
Yes, drawn locations and chart style maps
Yes, Yes, drawn locations and detailed written descriptions style maps
Yes, charts and detailed written descriptions style maps
Yes, all of the above
Yes, another way
[Not the demographic of this poll]
*system mapping does not only refer to drawing map of innerworlds/headspaces, it also includes mapping alter relationships, roles, and/or subsystems
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Title: Senses Of Grief
A loss can impact someones life,
Their senses change through out the time.
They're in denial, stress and pain,
"This can't be happening" is what they say.
Everything seems too bright,
Their sight becomes sensitive to the light.
Like it's blinding them to see through the pain,
Only focusing on what's making them insane.
Sounds can be too loud,
Their blood boiling to the sound.
Just a single reminder of the past,
They get anger because of the guilt they still have.
They can get violent sometimes,
Shattering what they can.
Can sometimes get physical,
They don't realize it till it hurts someone else too.
In dinner they eat,
For them it's tasteless.
Just bitter down the throat,
Trying to get through it all.
In their mind's they talk,
Bargaining to themselves,
"If only..." And "if they haven't..."
They blame themselves and blame others,
Just bargaining over and over.
Their minds working like a machine,
Not stopping because of the grief.
Then they happen to smell a familiar scent,
Something that triggers past events.
Before the grief came your perfume filled the air,
Now that's gone, toxicity is all that's there.
Depression arise while in a room dimly lit,
They clutch your perfume not wanting to forget your scent.
It's sweet and warm,
Tears falling to their cheeks.
Depress from grief,
It's hard to be in peace.
But reality hits,
They won't ever come back.
Their skin still hypersensitive,
Your touch still lingers.
Every hug is painful,
Knowing it will never be your arms.
But acceptance is all that's left,
They shouldn't fall through the cracks.
I'll look back to the past,
Remember every touch.
Knowing you'll be there,
Even when we're apart.
Bigger On the Inside
"Inner worlds reflect our history, memories, emotion, and translate them into pictures, into a narrative we can tolerate."
Inner worlds: the metaphorical reality of DID. Details of the outside became blueprints for the inside. An entire universe seeded from the m
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Stories of healing, perseverance, and hope: I'm T.W., we're the Motley, and this is how we are thriving with Dissociative Identity Disorder. New every Wednesday!
