Somewhere in the Early-Middle

My sister and I have been talking for a while about this blog. If you think about it, it's been coming for well, somewhere between 8 years (as long as I've known her, and said she should write her story down) and 24 years (how old she is, physically-speaking).

But, a couple of months ago we were hit with a curveball that (unfortunately) makes a lot of sense. She was diagnosed with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder). We've been thinking of late (if you are familiar with DID, you understand how time is relative) that we could use the format of a blog to share our story - with each other, and with others.

I guess our hopes include the following:

• a chance to share with others, that they feel less-alone.
• a medium to share with each other, as talking, words, and virtually every form of communication has come into question with this diagnosis.
• a repository for our feelings, thoughts, questions, struggles, joys, and all that other stuff.
  

There are probably more, but those will develop along with this thing, and with us.

I'll leave a lot of the explanation of things to later posts, and we will both be adding to this.

We exist as your neighbors, the person who waits on you at the restaurant, the woman you wonder about when you jog by her, the girl you pity down the hall in another cube... The logistics of our story are both important (in that they shape us) and unimportant (in that we aren't the only ones living this "story", generally speaking).

We're going to try to maintain some anonymity, as you can tell. But, things may get specific, especially as alters join in, and especially the mean ones. They get to share their voice too. And be warned, they can be profane, hateful, vindictive, hopeless, scared, deceptive, and hundreds of other things. I don't think we've met them all, yet. My sister worries about what if so-and-so gets on here and is hateful. Well, I say, that's part of the story, isn't it? It can be affecting to your spirit, your own reactions, and so much else. But it's truth at some level, in that it's part of the story.

Welcome to our "world". It is in habited by two bodies, along with our family, friends, neighbors, social workers, doctors, therapists, co-workers, church, and well, you.