#did osdd

[ay-system]

What if bou was like this?

[traumagenic-positivity]

digging up alters/alters from ur childhood coming from dormancy is like. discovering the chamber of secrets

we recently found a bunch of alters from like. 2016-2017 just roaming around and i was like WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS!!!! we found a whole group of alters from a 2016 minecraft roleplay we used to watch-

[rhesystem]

It's odd we feel isolated in the DID community since we aren't "fictive heavy". Majority of the community focuses on fictives in many different ways and we're just here like:

-Harley & Ella

[fleshfictive]

doing small things to make bring specific alters joy is actually really nice. buying some more feminine clothes, downloading a totally girly game to our playstation, and putting milk in our evening tea for one alter. fixing our candle holder and lighting some incense for another. just doing little things that make you, whatever part of you, happy goes a long way

[therpistlr]

 "Ghost in My Own Body: A Raw Vent About Dissociation"

I’m so tired of feeling like a passenger in my own fucking life.

One minute I’m here. The next, I’m floating somewhere behind my eyes, watching my hands move like they belong to a stranger. The world goes flat—colors muted, sounds muffled, like someone turned down the volume on reality. This isn’t “zoning out.” This is dissociation: a prison where my mind checks out to survive, but leaves me stranded in the wreckage.

What People Don’t Get

“Just stay present!” Wow, thanks! Let me just un-detach from my body like it’s a fucking Wi-Fi connection. Grounding techniques? I’ve inhaled enough lavender oil to drown a yoga studio. Still here, still gone.

“But you look fine!” Yeah, because I’ve mastered autopilot. Smiling on cue, laughing at jokes I don’t hear, nodding like I’m not screaming inside a glass box.

The shame of forgetting: Lost hours. Conversations I can’t recall. Did I eat? Shower? Text someone? My memory’s a sieve, and I’m the idiot shaking it for crumbs.

A Day in the Fog

Morning: Wake up feeling like my soul’s stuffed with cotton. Stare at the ceiling. “Is this my room? Is this my skin?” Shower in cold water to feel something. It doesn’t work. Work: Nod through a meeting. My voice echoes, like I’m lip-syncing to a bad recording. Coworker asks, “You okay?” I say, “Tired.” Truth: “I don’t know who ‘I’ am right now.” Night: Scroll TikTok for hours, brain numb. Find a video I liked yesterday. No memory of it. Cry because I can’t even trust my own fucking thumbs.

The Worst Part?

I don’t know why this happens. Trauma? Anxiety? My brain’s just broken? Therapists toss terms like “depersonalization” and “window of tolerance,” but none of it stitches me back into my body. Meds turn me into a zombie. Mindfulness feels like gaslighting. “Breathe and come back!” Bitch, where is back?!

To the People Who Say “It’s a Coping Mechanism”:

Cool. Thanks, brain, for “protecting” me by making me feel dead inside. A+ job.

To Anyone Else Floating in This Void:

I see you. The way you pinch your skin to feel real. The dread of mirrors. The guilt of “checking out” during your kid’s birthday. You’re not a ghost. You’re not crazy. This is your survival mode—clumsy, cruel, but temporary. We’ll find the volume knob someday.

Vent Over. If you’ve ever dissociated so hard you forgot your own name, drop a 🌫️ or scream into the comments. Sometimes existing is exhausting.

Edit: To whoever reported this to Reddit Cares—thanks, but I’m not suicidal. Just… not here.

Comments (Example Engagement):

“Once dissociated through my own graduation. Family thinks I’m ungrateful. They don’t know I wasn’t even IN the room.”

“The mirror thing??? I avoid them like they’re cursed. Solidarity.”

“Told my therapist I feel like a Sims character. She didn’t laugh. I died inside (again).”

Throwaway because I don’t trust myself to remember this password tomorrow. The DID Workbook __ Credit : S.VT

[stormyaxolotl]

Can u please do sys pfp and banners of shadow milk cookie? And if its not too much trouble, some of pure vanilla cookie as well?

yeah, here you go :3

art credits: south-w [3x] coffit0 ridleymb pppuri apolifric shhr1mmp zhivchikov

[sensory-spam]

we have sufficient evidence to show that the mental exercises involved in trying to find headmates could lead to the creation of headmates. though im not going to say there's NO chance you weren't just a covert system before and saw yourself in the plural community and that's why you felt interested. but there is a chance some people are actually Becoming systems.

my feelings on that would be neutral if it wasn't the case that all plurality, including spiritual plurality, is based on dissociative trance states, and the plural community encourages people to be more plural, thereby more dissociated. also there's a bunch of fucking pedophiles in the online community. so even if you weren't teaching yourself to be plural, the online plural community isn't a safe place to be. also in general text based mediums suck for communication. thats why i have a video on this topic, lol. https://youtu.be/uSGgsPjsY24?si=AwcMQ4ThWwv0gu4x

being a "singlet very interested in systems" to finding out you ARE a system pipeline is real

[antiendovents]

Legit just got asked by an endo if I had PROOF that faking disorders hurts actual disabled people and is abelist. I genuinely can't comprehend some people's inability to use critical thinking.

sighs... This gives me an idea though .. I'm gonna go write that down

[etherial-system]

Being plural is coming out of a 4 year dormancy and having to relearn your entire life again.

Our brother is gone.

Our girlfriend is gone (we now have a boyfriend).

We have no money.

We’re about to lose our home.

Could this get any worse?

[is-that-plural]

Jinx from Arcane! (we know shes usually seen as bpd rep, but we've found her very relatable in a sys way.)

!! rating; dots to be connected, not quite plural

!! we watched this entire show recently !!

the following information is all based on the netflix adaptation, anything in the game where shes from is not mentioned here for our own ease ( and i hope anon was only hoping for arcane stuff and not lol stuff so ! yay )

canonically she suffers from hallucinations, within the show we see these hallucinations sort of talk to her (albeit choppy at times), even the appearances of the people of her past she hallucinates is shown in scribbles, never full "forms"

she deals with them by straight up just having conversations with them !! she'll bounce back and forth with them on certain ideas certain topics and furthermore there's scenes of the hallucinations yelling at her causing her even more torment (that she believes is of her own making)

there's many aspects of the above that systems can relate to, but that's as far as her plurality goes unfortunately; she definitely has the qualifications for lots of room with headcannons, but within canon its just hallucinations and her various other problems most people connect to bpd

[testiculartorsionlover]

IM EXACTLY LIKE THAT

I was thinking about blackout amnesia and switching the other day, and about how, for us, it’s not like “I close my eyes while laying on the couch, and I open my eyes and I’m in bed”, but more like “I suddenly realize that I’m in bed but I don’t remember ever having gotten out of the couch.” And it can be a delayed realization.

Just as an alter switching in can realize belatedly that they’re fronting. Instead of immediately being like “oh, I switched in, I’m *blank*, I’m fronting now”, an alter may have fronted for a while, and randomly go, “oh wait, I’m *blank*! How long have I been fronting?”

I don’t know how common that is, but I figured I’d mention it.

[plurapony]

the fact that people are demonized for making their disorders their identities is insane to me especially as a heavily autistic person!!!

all my life i have been bullied and demeaned for my autism. even as COMPLIMENTS i was always given the variety of "unique" "quirky" "unusual". before i learnt how to mask my more autistic symptoms strangers and friends alike could never see past my autism. i was forced to embrace my autism, i had no other choice - either i viewed it as a positive or id be a punching bag for all my life.

so now that i AM able to mask, i AM able to function in every day life ( well somewhat, but you do NOT want to hear about how horrible disability support is in australia ) now that I genuinely love my autistic self and all of my symptoms (because they make me, me!) now it's a problem?

it's seriously sounding like you people view those with disabilities and mental illness solelyas something to laugh at and make fun of, and when you can't do that anymore it becomes cringe. because how dare those freaks embrace their differences and love themselves!!!!1!!! /s

my autism will always be a part of my identity and if you ever have a problem with that? don't come to me, take it up with the people who have drilled into my head since day fucking 1 that i will never be seen as not autistic.

[traumagenic-positivity]

We were pro endo/endo neutral for such a long time, but we recently became anti endo after realising just how bad endos were. Not caring about traumatised individuals, fetishising closed cultures, holding us back from our recovery process, and obviously, pretending to be a system.

Can’t believe we put up with that shit for so long but we are free now. We can actually start recovering and unlearning unhealthy habits drilled into our brain from endo syscords

im really really proud of you anon <3

[dreamergraveyard]

See how I don't post everything ever abt my parts? Very demure. Very mindful.

[thetrinketsystem]

Meanwhile our host has regular breakdowns about her marriage failing in part to it.

Meanwhile we beg, bargain, and plea just to stop

Meanwhile we feel like we are in a blinding absence of light

Meanwhile we wish we had no identity to spare up from so much

Meanwhile we wish we could shove all our problems so far down so far deep that it would never touch us

Meanwhile our birth mother passed her abuse onto us willfully

Meanwhile the woman who should have adopted us rejected us for being a CDD

Meanwhile we have lost everyone we loved and had to restart again

Meanwhile in sickness and health is limited to physical to what has a cure to what has an outcome

Meanwhile we feel so full and so empty and it’s too much and there’s no room for more or less

Meanwhile we just aren’t quite right

Meanwhile we feel like this skin isn’t ours

Meanwhile we feel like we aren’t right

I’m not right

I’m not whole

And no one wants to make me into a cup repaired with gold because I struggle with myself

I am my own Orpheus.

Well intended and condemning.

It’s always genuinely baffling anytime we hear someone say it’s valid to “become a system for attention”. Why would you want to have a debilitating disorder that so heavily impacts your day to day life?