So here I am, an eighteen year old boy on a website designed for sad teenage girls and I’m expected to talk about the “perks” of being me? Okay fine if it will keep her happy and I’ll be able to come out more often then FINE I’ll write! Hm some perks? Well, I had a milkshake last night so that’s cool or whatever. Man I don’t think I can sit here and pretend there are perks to being myself. I can’t even be myself! I’m 18 and a boy and I’m trapped in a woman’s body, let me tell you going to the bathroom and reaching for your cock only to find you don’t have one is not a perk. Going to clubs and bringing the hottest guy in there home only to realize I can’t fuck him is not a perk. I came in last night because this crazy ***** had a melt down and needed me to man the ship for a bit, but she really had the nerve to his her wallet. Like why?! I’m not Ellie. I’m not going to order a large pizza or go roller skating. Uggggh okay satisfied?! I wrote a journal entry in the World Wide Web so everyone can experience our crazy and those who don’t understand it are sure to discredit it. This isn’t a good idea I just hope Elizabeth wakes up and sees it for what it is.
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Well, its come to my attention that there is a ton of misconception about DID especially on the internet!
If any of you have any interest in speaking to someone suffering from the disorder I encorage you to feel free to comment here, follow me on Tumblr (http://alltheperksofbeingus.tumblr.com/) or i have a KIK (theperksofbeingus) which of course is more personal! I really look forward to hearing from anyone, if I can educate just one person I feel as if I’ll be making a difference!
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Hey Suicide Project!
I’m new to the site and I’m kind of hoping that keeping a blog will be a good outlet for me. I’m Elizabeth and I suffer from a mental disorder known as Dissociative Identity Disorder or (DID). What does this mean? Well formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder or (MPD); DID is a mental disorder on the dissociative spectrum characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states that alternately control a person’s behavior. But, what does this mean for me? This means that I “host” several other alternate personalities. I refer to myself as the host because although there are several of us, I was born into this body. When alters come in I lose mass amounts of time, I wake up in strange places, I get random charges on my credit cards and worst of all I don’t know what I’ve done. It’s pretty scary and until now I didn’t think I’d ever find love or happiness, but I’ve just recently met a man who like me suffers from DID. He however is integrated and doesn’t fade in and out as I often do. He claims to love and support me and he hasn’t ever done anything to make me believe otherwise but I just find it so hard to believe that anyone could love someone as unstable as me. I suppose that as far as introductions go, this is fine. If you’re at all interested in what I had to say here today, then perhaps you’ll stay interested and continue reading. My alters and I share a journal where often they write to let me know what they did and experienced while in control of the body. I plan on sharing future journal entries and blogging as each of my alters, if they’re willing to perticipate and if the public responds well to my posts. Well, thats all for now. Hope to see ya soon!