How Is Not Believing In Endos Ableist? If You're Not Disordered How Can You Be Disabled (in This Specific

i go on x/twitter and see this shit

what fucking year is it 🧍

fun fact some of us do this in our innerworld

i think they call it fistfight fridays or smth

its just a bunch of the guys and gals duking it out in a boxing ring for shits and giggles

i think they should add pvp to DID. i should be able to fistfight my headmates

sometimes your relationship is actually just a situationship/fwbs situation with your ex, his new fwb and you

catch me making them dinner tonight while we watch movies and cuddle

Bi-Aro

When both your labels have a stereotype of being a slut so you decide to just embrace it

I am now w h o r e

ME TRYING TO WRITE A CHRONICALLY ILL TIM DRAKE FANFIC WHERE HE HAS THE SAME ISSUES AS ME ONLY TO BE STOPPED BY MY ISSUES

like damn my joints said nope no more typing on the computer

yall ever eat a whole can of beans for dinner?

caus like me rn fr

would anyone be interested in like a system news youtuber type of thing? that updates everyone on syscourse, drama, and medical updates from a nonbiased view? along with just talking about being a system and how it impacts things?

It’s like talking about alters as “whole people” makes DID more palatable for others somehow.  If they can view us as just this quirky cast of characters who happen to share a body then it’s less sad, or maybe even less disturbing. They can reframe it into something that might even sound fun or beneficial to them, like “3 friends for the price of 1!” 

I’m starting to think that viewing us as one whole traumatized person with many dissociated parts is just too depressing and too “weird” for a lot of people. It’s harder for them to wrap their heads around. They can’t grasp the way we are both disconnected from each other and still a part of each other. They can’t make sense of the way we overlap and blend together. We don’t fit into neat little boxes. We aren’t a straight forward cast of characters. 

reblog to kiss a narcissist on the mouth (with passion)

tomorrow we wont be homeless anymore

tomorrow we'll get to put our recovery before our survival

tomorrow we'll get to finally be ourselves after months of not being able to