#he has something dissociative but not a specific diagnosis. he’s not quite experiencing reality as is but i don’t know enough to label it

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sometimes I wonder how the Other Side’s Tatsuya letting go of This Side’s Tatsuya’s body would affect This Side’s Tatsuya. Not just leaving holes in his memory from the time of being inhabited, but also leaving a permanent empty space in his head - somewhere where no information, no experience, can quite hold. Inexplicable déjà vu. Inexplicable inabilities to recall not only the contents of a lesson, of a day, but why he was going somewhere, doing something. Inexplicable needs to just roost at home and weep awhile, overcome with the knowledge that something is terribly wrong, that something awful has been torn out of his life, but also a total helplessness to the circumstances. Little sticky notes that gather in places Katsuya won’t see them, so he isn’t caught as a newfound sentimental amnestic. Questions for Anna Yoshizawa, startlingly vulnerable in their simplicity: Is it still Monday? Did we sit a test today? Did we order? Did we talk to that guy? How long have we been here? Not every day, but often enough that it’s clear something has been obliterated, and won’t be returning. Trying to study, to catch up on years of slacking, and finding that some information pours out of his mind, unwilling to hold, while other things lodge themselves deeply, and dislodge unexpected emotions - grief, unbearable grief, that surges when studying thermodynamics, or a sudden anger that spikes in English class. Unexpected advents of an unfamiliar feeling - as if he’s untethered, and the road is swaying, and the tarmac is stretching further and further away, draining into grey. Is this real? Is anything real? Is he real? A ghost wandering through a dream, unsure whether he ought to wake up or learn what awful thing sent him asleep?

Basically, having a substantial chunk of your memories torn out is probably going to leave behind ongoing memory problems, and having your entire existence taken over and then cloven back in two is probably going to leave you with a struggle to feel that anything is real. I suspect Tatsuya would probably develop significant dissociative symptoms in the wake of Eternal Punishment, but wouldn’t seek help for a good while, and Jun, who always prompts that uncanny sense of familiarity in him, would be there, helping him through. Not able to fix him, but helping him hold to account days that otherwise slip by.

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we are very annoying on here about the “alto clef multiple personalities” thing but we want you all to know we are discussing something that legitimately exists on mainsite, even if its presence consists of quite literally three tales and a bag of corn chips. details under the cut, including a bunch of direct pull quotes

preliminary notes:

if you don’t know what a system means in this context, it’s a word for “multiple people in one body“, best known in the context of dissociative identity disorder/did or formerly multiple personality disorder; a short explanation including most relevant terms we’ll be using can be found here

did specifically, since it’s relevant to clef’s plurality per the wiki and isn’t explained in detail in the last link, is a form of systemhood associated with trauma that involves maladaptive dissociative symptoms including amnesia (aka time loss) and depersonalization/derealization (dp/dr)

none of these are exactly unilaterally “good rep“, tbh, but they’re on the wiki and are therefore some degree of “official” canon

scp-4231

most popular of the tales to do this by far

portrayed with did: • francis is shown or described as experiencing dp/dr with increasing intensity throughout the skip (notably in the “december 2nd, 1998” and “document scp-4231-2-a” segments). • -b is verbally described in “the curious case of scp-4231-b” segment as having an unspecified dissociative condition. • their non-dpdr symptoms (switching, time loss as seen in the “greyhound” segment) imply a did diagnosis

The breakdown is fast and complete. He sits on the floor of the phone booth at a dingy greyhound station and sobs through a mixture of panic and grief, and then just like that the announcement for the next bus comes over the intercom and he switches back from one person to another. 

[...]

Francis stops crying so abruptly it hurts. Agent Ukulele stands. It's a moment that his brain blacks out of his memory. He walks out of the phone booth more bored than anything...

questionable/unclear intent regarding the delineation between clef and francis specifically in some places:

Certain traits about B become more solidified as time goes on, when he goes about adapting an entirely different personality to combat the trauma; the new B is eccentric, flamboyant, even bordering on inflammatory towards others. The deep mental distress and accompanying physical illness that keeps him bedridden in the two weeks immediately following his extraction from SCP-4231 disappear. The new B knows nothing, or, at least, appears to know very little about what has transpired to put him in this situation. He no longer inquiries about the child, or about A, or the town of North Access where he has lived all his life. The signs of body dysphoria stemming from the Montauk Procedure are either gone or deeply hidden.

vs (both from “the curious case of scp-4231-b”)

His radical transformation into a new personality appears to be less of a worsening of his dissociative condition and more of a transition into a being so blatantly disrespectful and infuriating that staff interaction results in only frustration.

classical revival

the earliest tale(s) to make clef a system and apparent inception of francis as a character in general, published in 2012

portrayed with apparent/functional did explained in-universe through the application of “outdated soviet combat conditioning memetics” to create constructed personas

• Francis Wojciechoski - b. 1967 - A graduate student who always seems to get the short end of the stick. A lover of music in all its forms: can play alto saxophone and ukulele. A reality-bender.

• Agent Ukulele – A constructed personality designed to both use and limit Francis’ powers. Essentially a cartoon character with limited characterization, used to destroy or subdue incredibly powerful entities.

• Alto Clef – A secondary constructed personality, designed to allow Francis to operate as a normal human being. Currently a field agent of the GOC.

despite the fantasy framing, this (kind of bizarrely) does seem to be an attempt to specifically portray did; clef is depicted having a severe dp/dr episode during upswing of disorder:

Clef sliced a man’s throat open with a razor, and subsequently came to the realization that he had no idea why he had a straight razor in the first place, or how he was still moving. Some part of him was dimly aware that there was significantly more lead and significantly less blood in his body than there normally was, and that this was a bad thing. His body was retreating, but this seemed to be a lot less important than observing all the pretty patterns on the floor and walls. The brief moment of realization faded away into the background. He was somewhere else, somewhere far away, watching the scene acted out around him from some mental Laz-E-Boy. Just faces on a screen. Like a movie. Like a cartoon.

“Holy shit! Did you see that guy? Just went and offed himself! I mean, my breath isn’t that bad!”

The commentary seemed just as natural as the violence on the screen. It passed in a blur, the voice taunting and cheering and jeering and laughing, the bodies dropping to the floor, the splashes of red. The world blurred together with runny watercolors.

the great site-87 bake sale (s&c plastics canon)

microaggression tbh

described as having “[reality bender status induced, secondary] psychosis”; practically speaking based on how they’re handled, seems to be mislabeled plurality?

Francis- or something very much like him- [...] Francis- or rather, the thing that looked like him- [...] Francis— no, Clef...

rep is kind of muddled because the author is visibly not doing this on purpose

Weiss, for her part, produced a syringe from her pocket, grabbed Clef by the shoulder, and jammed the needle into the largest vein she could find. The plunger went down, and a reality-restoring drug entered his bloodstream.

Francis Wojciechoski dropped his ukulele and hat, rubbing his shoulder and neck. "…couldn't you have done that earlier?"