I get all worried that OSDD doesn't really affect me in day to day life so I shouldn't speak on it like I know what I'm talking about, or that I'm a system technically but a singlet practically.
And then a total of three medium-grade stressors show up and I'm thrown so off track that I get the double punch of having an adult autistic meltdown while a young child alter also has an autistic meltdown over some, like, lost house keys. Not getting juice right when I want it. Inability to regulate emotions over very simple things. Goes nonverbal, feels like body is too tall, mind turns simple, feels distress over "wheres my mom? where is she? 🥺" Not to mention the blurring and dissociative fog that follows. Nausea has also been a fun addition to switching signs lately.
I forget that due to my own active efforts as well as some luck and a bit of privilege, I've crafted a life that has as few stressors as possible, which means my brain and body don't see the need to switch or respond with dissociation most of the time. There's nothing to dissociate from! My life is fairly pleasant! Minimal social obligations, work from home job, livable wage, emotional support animal, supportive and accomodating family, medication that works which in turn allows me to have the energy to pursue hobbies, access to a specialized therapist...I have a lot of things to be grateful for, but laying it all out like this allows me to see the many factors that are in my favor and more importantly it EXPLAINS why I tend not to experience many of the symptoms that initially brought me to my therapist last year.
I have to remember that it's not how you are when you're at your best, it's the dysfunction you display at your worst (or close to it) that you have to pay attention to. And I can say without a doubt that when I have a million stressors on my plate, I'm almost textbook OSDD (if there were any textbooks out there about it). Depersonalization, derealization, identity confusion, intense dissociation, resorting to childlike behavior to cope (aka child alters), mood swings that don't make sense and disappear as quickly as they appear, handwriting coming out different every time, "conversations with myself" on paper that feel too autonomous for comfort, significant and daily changes in clothing style, and sometimes even the loss of time if it's very bad.
I am writing this out to remind myself that just because there are times of peace and stability does not mean I'm "practically not a system." I can speak on it just as much as anyone else, but I do have to draw on past experiences rather than current ones. I have to speculate what my behaviors meant, but I have to do that with recent stuff too anyway since our communication is abysmal. I should rest easier, enjoy the peaceful life I get to live now. I once did not think I would ever have peace, so I will try to be more grateful for it and let system stuff come to me on its own time. This is lifelong, after all.