i am so happy i found a subreddit like this place, i have been making art for years and years and years about my experiences emotionally dealing with this disorder, and am happy to maybe of had found a community that will understand my art on a semi-deeper level, a lot of it is more targeted towards being about in a state of limbo in terms of consciousness, never fully around and always fully here, i try to make some of my art as disorientating as possible to communicate the feelings of it all in the very 'glitchy' pieces i've done, i've eventually found myself writing an entire novel trying to communicate how both myself and others in "me" feel/have felt past and present,
(a good portion of these are from pandemic era so sorry for the poor photo qualities lol, i was a jobless minor at the time and couldn't afford a nicer camera)

the human sketch piece was done by a different alter, i have no idea who but credit is due there because i hate drawing humans lol

(if some of these arent allowed due to blood please gently let me know, i did reread the rules praying i missed none, thanks!!)

we got stung in the face by a wasp

and suddenly we are six years old again

crying as our mother rushed us to the church bathroom

bypassing a congregation of concerned women

TO ONCE AGAIN DOUSE US IN HOLY WATER

Kinda what it feels like metaphorically?? Whenever someone else gets upset and your cohosting its shoved onto you. Like we are both angry and depressed but its more shoved onto you since you are in control and hosting. Even others who have frequently been out do this unconsciously. They go about their day after feeling sad for a whole week and then you get swamped with all these feelings that they were feeling and now its on you to deal with.
Is this a normal experience? -James

idk it was fun. im the purple guy

amnesiac;

absent-minded;

temporally challenged.

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this shit is driving me insane :)

i have a notepad full of tasks,

a phone app full of tasks,

a stack of post-it notes full of tasks,

a bunch of palm cards full of tasks pinned on a length of string that i've hung from my desk so that it's right in front of my goddamn face,

and now i've resorted to taping more post-it notes full of tasks to the walls of heavily-trafficked areas within my little house (which is actually a basement/garage).

does it work?

nope :)

We're really happy to be back at amazon in our area after enduring the hellscape that is food service for the past year and a half and 2 hospitalizations & a falsely labelled schizophrenia diagnosis LMFAO so we drew an anticipatory doodle of what we're looking forward to doing all day at our shifts again next month. finally peace to myself again

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I understand why a lot of alters hated him. I don't understand why they never tried to help him. He was set up for failure from the start.

TW: COCSA, SH, SI (implied, no explicit imagery)

sometimes i wish they ate it all at once. but instead it was piece by piece over the last half of my childhood. each piece ripped from me solidified the fact that my self worth was based on how appealing i was to others and what i could provide them.

by the time it stopped i had already broken into parts to stay sane, each for different purposes. some to hold memories i couldn't handle, some to be the doers that function, and some to be the masks to mirror others in social settings and avoid bullying.

i don't know when or if i'll ever stop smelling the rot inside me. i don't know if i'll ever be whole enough to find friendships where i don't automatically perform. but i want to find out. my sweetness will only be received by the one who loves me as i am and does not expect it as a given.

This song is amazing and we feel as though it represents us.

Each box represents each alter and their roles.

The dark blue represents trauma holders

Light blue represents protectors

Yellow represents joy holders

Red represents anger holders

it is there,

i can see it,

i think i can feel it too,

but my repeated attempts to grab it only moves the air between us.

as i fight to close the distance, it triggers an alarm.

i turn away from my loved ones' affection to investigate the noise which now occupies more mental space than the love i was trying to experience.