Took a new personality quiz post concussion and I got ISFJ.
I have not gotten this response before. I am going to do it again in a couple of weeks and see what I get then. I read through the description but I don’t feel it suits me.
Took a new personality quiz post concussion and I got ISFJ.
I have not gotten this response before. I am going to do it again in a couple of weeks and see what I get then. I read through the description but I don’t feel it suits me.
So although this is a biography about Billy Milligan who was also diagnosed with DID (multiple personality disorder) I just did not connect with it like I did when I read Sybil.
The biography of Billy Milligan, a man with 24 different personalities, was a bit hard for me to read. Billy Milligan has several criminal personalities, and his life seems like worst case scenario for me in the future. It scares me to be perfectly honest. The book’s blurb “Twenty-four people live inside Billy Milligan. Philip, a petty criminal; Kevin, who dealt drugs and masterminded a drugstore robbery; April, whose only ambition was to kill Billy’s stepfather; Adalana, the shy, lonely, affection-starved lesbian who “used” Billy’s body in the rapes that led to his arrest; David, the eight-year-old “keeper of pain”; and all of the others, including men, women, several children, both boys and girls, and the Teacher, the only one who can put them all together. You will meet each in this often shocking true story. And you will be drawn deeply into the mind of this tortured young man and his splintered, terrifying world.” sums it up pretty well.
Do you think Billy should have gone to prison for his crimes?
This is book 1 in the Nikolai Duology that follows the Grishaverse books and the Six of Crows books. ❤ Kaz!
Check out my adorable Corgi butt bookmark that I got in China!
Anyway back to this book. Nikolai is now king of Ravka, and must find a way to protect it after the civil war with the Darkling, since threat from Fjerda and Shu are very serious. Nikolai still has the dark monster in him, it did not die when the Darkling did, and it is getting him into all kinds of trouble.
Poor Nina, that scene with Matthias. OMG. In happier news…..I totally ship Zoya and Nikolai. Zoyolai? The cliffhanger was crazy and I can not wait for book 2!
Have you read any of the Grishaverse books? Who are you favorite main characters? I would like to see Kaz get his own back story or future stories. Who would you like to see a spinoff book of?
This was a really interesting thriller, reminiscent of the movie Saw. Two people get kidnapped and are left with one gun, and no way out. Only one will get to live! Doesn’t that sound like Saw a bit? Right up my alley. Detective Helen Grace was a well thought out character. She is fierce and no-nonsense. She also has a BDSM side. There are a lot of twists and mind games in the book. I definitely want to read the rest of the series, or at least check out book 2.
What do you think? Is this the type of book you like to read?
Hey guys! I love going to the movies. Here are the movies I am hoping to see this month.
Which movies are you wanting to see this month?
I saw this on Paper Fury’s blog. It looks fun so I thought I would try it also.
On the one hand I prefer them not to have more than 3, but if the series is really good I also never want it to end, so there’s that.
Paperback preferred, although hardcover are nicer looking on my shelf.
Overall no, unless they are done in a unique and different way. I don’t like it when I normally can clearly see who is going to be picked.
I can’t recall, but I do stop a lot of books if I am not immediately engrossed.
I didn’t like it
Holly Black and Chuck Palahniuk
The Lord of the Rings. I liked the Hobbit, but I didn’t like the other books.
Harry Potter series. Or Wintergirls
Yes. I prefer it.
Depends on the length of the book. Usually multiple days.
Anyone who wants to do it!
I went and saw Alita: Battle Angel with my dad this week. IT WAS SO GOOD!
The CG was amazing. Alita: Battle Angel is set after The Fall in the year 2563. It starts with Dr. Ido finding a cyborg head in the junkyard. He rebuilds the cyborg, as she still has a fully intact human brain. He names her Alita, because she has amnesia. She befriends Hugo, and he shows her around the city, and Motorball. I loved it.
Hi boys and ghouls!
I am currently reading King of Scars. I have made it to page 143, chapter 9. Really loving this sequel.
If I finish it this month I plan on starting Eeny Meeny.
What are you reading this month?
Michelle at A Geek Girl‘s Guide posted this awesome Hogwarts tag so I thought I would do it also!
Nice to meet you. More soon.
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hanging out with her best friend Barnabas, and alternating her living schedule
between the apartments of her two dads and her mom.
of his pet armadillo. He has one set goal in life: obtaining the role of
Horatio for the Hamlet school play.
they’re forced into volunteer work at the cringe-worthy Piggy Palooza Festival,
or risk being suspended. Lia and Kiev aren’t thrilled about the situation,
especially when it interferes with Lia’s relaxed life and Kiev’s theater role.
But by working together, they may find more than just bacon—possibly a little
love in the air.
already wide open. Mr. Walker is missing in action, but two guys are already
there—Tweedle Jerk and Tweedle Jerkier.
dealing with this crap today. I march up to Cole, who is sitting in my seat
again, and watch as Kiev’s eyes seem to follow me all the way until I’m
standing in between both of them.
to get out of my seat,” I say to Cole. Does he have his usual basketball shirt
on today? He does.
both hands like he’s trying to tame a wild boar. “Calm down. Calm down, Miss
Ophelia Abbie. The bell has not announced the start of this oh-so-wonderful
a look of disdain. “Enough with the Ophelia stuff.”
wrong with the name Ophelia?” Kiev pipes in. “It’s like the name from Hamlet.”
turn to Kiev, not sure what this idiot is talking about.
O-phe-li-a.” He draws the name out super slowly to get his point across.
give a crap about Hamlet—that has nothing to do with my name,” I huff.
fingers on the desk like he’s typing on a keyboard, Kiev stares at my face.
“Are you sure your parents didn’t name you after the character?”
names their kid after a stupid Shakespearian play?” I’ve read two, and I hated
people. Juliet Weaver, in our grade, was named after Romeo and Juliet.”
eyes at him. “A what?”
what you’re being.”
Kiev. Oh, my parents named me after the capital of Russia, because I’m such an
important person who has to answer questions for people when they don’t need
help answering!” I yell.
is actually the capital of Ukraine.” He bobs his head. “You know that, right?”
I hear Cole’s loud hooting to my right.
Without thinking, I slam my fist directly into Kiev’s nose.
My name is Candace
Robinson. I’m just your average hemiplegic migraine sufferer. My days are spent
writing, book reviewing and traveling through books for my blog, Literary Dust.
I live just outside of Houston, Texas, where it feels like the hottest place on
Earth with the crazy weather. No, seriously, one day it’s 30 degrees and the
next it’s 70 degrees! I live with my husband and awesome daughter!
one-hundred-and-fifty-nine years old, spelled all out, I love to write about
contemporary teens in distress. So no magic, dragons, or unicorns.
old, when giant lizards ruled the world, I used to be a DJ–turntables and all.
Mexico, and now live in Big D.
expertise–just don’t ask me what cloud computing means.
the feet by footballers, La Liga from Spain being the best.
in English and Español.
the Oxford comma doesn’t believe in me.
Anything I should add?
As an adult being a good friend can be hard, and making friends is the hardest thing ever.
But what about friend breakups? How does one even go about this? Is it even necessary? I have had friends in the past and have quit talking to people for various reasons over the years. Sometimes the reasons were clear-cut, like a fight and we both stop speaking, other times I have no idea why the friendship ended, we both just quit talking to each other. Sometimes it is easy to cut people out of your lives, by simply no longer reaching out. I think this is called ghosting.
But what do you do if you don’t want to be friends anymore, and the other person still does? When is it time to let a friendship go?
I think these are very valid reasons to end a friendship. It’s up to you to decide if ghosting if an okay breakup for the relationship, or if you need a more formal breakup.
Other things to consider in a friend breakup.
Friendship collateral damage:
When you quit being friends with someone you also have to deal with the collateral damage to mutual friends. For instance if they introduced you to some people who you become friends with, do you still get to be friends with them? Or do you lose everyone they introduced you to? What about your other friends, do you expect them to quit talking to your now ex-friend? I think it is up to the other friends to decide, but I don’t see why the other people need to be affected.
What do you do with social media? Do you unfollow them? Unfriend them? Block them? Keep liking all their posts like you always have? What is the proper way to behave when you no longer want to be friends with someone? Is it best to cut all ties to the person completely? I think it is best to remove them from your social media. If you don’t want to be their friend, do you really need to see what they had for lunch, or who they are hanging out with now?
I’m writing about this because I am going through this now. It is a hard thing. Relationship breakups are easier, more clear-cut. I don’t know what to do. My friend and I had a fight a few months ago, and it really changed our relationship dynamic. We came together and talked it out, and agreed to move on, but I honestly can’t. We have gotten together a few times since then, but the friendship is off now. I don’t know if it is salvageable. If I take my own advice from above, it is time to end the friendship, because I can say yes to every bullet point. There are so many other things to consider in my situation, as I am sure there are in most situations. I just am not sure what to do.
Have you ever broken up with a friend? Any advice? If you had a friend breakup with you, what do you wish they had done differently?
It is resolution time. Some years I make resolutions, some years I don’t. When I do I always set ridiculous unattainable goals that I won’t do like quit junk food, or work out every single day, when I literally never work out. So it’s not really realistic. This year my goals are much simpler.
1. Quit having chips for breakfast
So I’m an adult and I can do what I want. But eating chips for breakfast (almost every fucking day) is really bad. I know it’s bad, you know it’s bad, but does this stop me from doing it? No. Why? Cause it’s fucking convenient, and I like chips. No more! I am not going to have chips for breakfast. Am I going to chip eating chips, absolutely fucking not, but I will stop having them first thing in the morning.
2. Say no more
I have trouble saying no to my friends. Or when I do say no, I am easily talked into changing that answer. I have trouble with this because I have anxiety that if I don’t do what people want they won’t like me anymore. So a lot of the time I am doing stuff I just don’t want to fucking do. AT ALL. This happens all the time. I’m so tired of it. If you don’t want to be my friend, fine. Fuck it.
3. Read 52 Books
This year my reading goal is very obtainable. I would like to read one book a week. This was my goal last year, and I exceeded it. I was gong to make a huge goal and try to keep up with the Jones (other blogs) but why? I do run a book blog (www.vivacioushobo.com) but who cares about followers, and shit like that. I started that for fun, and then it turned into a chore (for Sadness) but I want it to be fun again. I want to read what I want not what “I need to” because other bloggers are telling me to, or because people are sending me their books for free. I just want everything to be relaxed and fun.
That’s it. Those are my resolutions. Pretty obtainable I think.
Do you do resolutions? Did you keep up with them last year? What are your resolutions this year?
Kiddie was taking a bath and I was in the dark place, and then suddenly I was having a memory of being little, probably 5. I was at my old house where I grew up in Pasadena. I was sucking on a hard round candy. Possibly a lemonhead, but I’m not sure what it was. My mom left the bathroom. I don’t know why. I don’t remember that part. Normally she sits on the toilet seat while I take my bath, and she wasn’t there. I swallowed the candy accidentally and started choking on it. I couldn’t breathe at all, and I couldn’t call out to yell for Mom to help me. I thought I was going to die, I started to panic, and I got out of the bath. I finally swallowed the candy, I think because it finally melted enough to be swallowed. I remember crying and lying on the bathroom floor. I don’t remember anything after that.
I asked my mom if she remembers, but she said she did not remember that. It makes sense, because she wasn’t in there when it happened, and so it was not a significant event for her. Is this the trauma that happened to me that gave me DID? Kiddie hasn’t come back since then. Was that the memory she was holding for me? Or is she hiding? IDK.
Hey guys You might know that I am the alter of the blogger for http://www.vivacioushobo.com Or that I am the origin and she was an alter. Or whatever. Either way, Sadness (Kaitlin Michelle) and I have integrated, and I think that is probably, maybe, a permanent thing. I have all of her memories and some of her feelings and stuff. So I have this blog for me, but she had a blog. And I didn’t want to blog on her blog because it was hers and I wanted my own space, but now I think it is okay, because now we are one, and so anyways, all of my personal posts will be here. All of my bookish/movie/nerd type posts will be over there. I reserve the right to change my mind.
So last night I woke up panicked from my nightmare at 2:17am. I had to check my husband was really him, and then asked him to hold me, while I sang the Winnie the Pooh theme song to my self (nightmare cure, obviously)
I was at my house with Ashley, but we were planning on moving. There are some shitty apartments near our house, walking distance, but it looked like there might be cute townhouses behind them. We decided to walk over. The shitty apartments were as expected, but right behind those were some really cute townhouses! There was a really nice garden, and Ashley and I were talking about seeing if any were available and walking through the garden, when an alarm started going off. A recording said “no trespassing, dogs are being released, trespassers will be shot” Ashley and I looked at each other, horrified. We start back towards my house and an angry black and white border collie rounds the corner in front of us barking. Then an older man (50s) came around the corner aiming either a shotgun or a crossbow at us. Seems like I would know which one but I feel like Everytime I looked it was different. I told Ashley to raise her hands and I put my hands In the air. I told him why we were there, just looking to see about moving. He let us go. When we got back to my house I realized I had dropped my book and had to go back. Ashley went home and I went back. I grabbed my book, and was walking back across a field and I saw that same guy getting into his car in the parking lot. I decided to walk away from that area and he pulled out and parked next to me. He told me to get in but I said no and ran home.
When I got home he pulled into the driveway and forced his way inside. He sat in my recliner and I grabbed a knife. I yelled at him to get the fuck out. He asked why I was acting this way. He said he was my husband. I said no I’m married to W. He said I am W. I argued and said no you aren’t he is at work. I called my husband but he didn’t answer. He said I can’t answer I’m right here and I forgot my phone at work. I said no you aren’t him. You’re lying. I grabbed a second knife. I called my mom and told her to come over and bring dad and bring a gun. The man said I was having a psychotic break. I couldn’t recognize him, but he is my husband. I told Mom to knock on the door when she got there with Dad ready to shoot. I said if W doesn’t open the door then shoot whoever he is cause he forced his way in here. When they got there my dad shot him and his head exploded all over the hallway. I was screaming because I really didn’t know if that was W or not until I could talk to him for myself.
Then I woke up.
And I had to make sure my husband was who I thought he was. And I panicked because what if that happens to me. What if my brain makes me not recognize my family, permanently. I am very afraid of this.
As of late
So I haven’t been posting much lately. There are several reasons for this. I integrated (we think) with Sadness. This gave me all of her memories and stuff, but it also gave me a part of her. It is like we merged together or something, so now I have more of her personality. Unless, I did not integrate, and she is trying to come out. Because I have felt depressed and have gotten anxiety, and just all around blah and lazy. Melancholy. Kiddie has run around most evenings. I bought her some toys and picture books. Seems weird to buy stuff like that when you don’t have kids, but in a way we kind of do. Not me really, but my husband. I mean he is the one that has to deal with Kiddie when she is here running a muck.
And I got a job. It is only part-time, 3 days a week. But I haven’t done anything in such a long time it will be nice to get out of the house. I am actually really excited about it. My best friend works there, so I think it will be great. Yesterday was my first day, and everyone there seems really nice.
Anyways that is what has gone on with me lately. I am going to try to keep a better schedule, both with the blog and household chores (which I have also been neglecting.)
We shall see.
Final part of my 50 states bucket list!
Part two of my 50 states travel bucket list
I really want to visit all 50 states. I have already been to some, but here is my travel bucket list for the US.
My goal for this post was to write my favorite childhood memory, but so many of them start well but end up pretty shitty. Like my family and I went on vacation to Disney World when I was 12. BUT my brother did not want to go and complained the entire time. We went in June and it was really fucking hot and there were huge crowds. My dad had recently had back surgery and could not ride any of the rides. Everyone was bitchy. My mom made me wear halter tops but wouldn’t let me wear a bra, even though I already had uncomfortably large boobs. I was awkward and sweaty and uncomfortable all the time. Then we had breakfast with the characters from my favorite at the time, Winnie the Pooh. And it was so cool and exciting, and when I got Piglet’s autograph he stole my pen. And when I told my dad he went up there and was like you stole my daughter’s pen, and Piglet did the giggle face, and pulled out a huge handful of pens, so I picked mine out and went back to the table. My brother said he saw Pooh take his head off. I mean I was 12 and I knew they weren’t really real, but I just started crying really loud in the restaurant. My brother was so proud of himself for making me feel like shit. I remember him just sitting there laughing, even when both my parents yelled at him. Welcome to the happiest place on earth. I’m sure I have good memories. I must, right?
Pretty Girl-13 is a disturbing and powerful psychological thriller about a girl who must piece together the story of her kidnapping and captivity and then piece together her own identity.
When thirteen-year-old Angela Gracie Chapman looks in the mirror, someone else looks back–a thin, pale stranger, a sixteen-year-old with haunted eyes. Angie has no memory of the past three years, years in which she was lost to the authorities, lost to her family and friends, lost even to herself. Where has she been, who has been living her life, and what is hiding behind the terrible blankness? There are secrets you can’t even tell yourself.
With a tremendous amount of courage and support from unexpected friends, Angie embarks on a journey into the darkest corners of her mind. As she unearths more and more about her past, she discovers a terrifying secret and must decide: when you remember things you wish you could forget, do you destroy the people responsible, or is there another way to feel whole again?
Liz Coley’s alarming and fascinating psychological mystery is a disturbing—and ultimately empowering—page turner about accepting our whole selves, and the healing power of courage, hope, and love.
This book is about Angie who is kidnapped when she is 13 years old. 3 years later she shows up at her house, mysteriously returned with no memory of the past three years. As it turns out Angie gets dissociative identity disorder to help cope with being kidnapped. Angie doesn’t experience any of the cruelties that happened to her, because her alters took care of her. The story was very good. This book deals with a lot of tough issues including mental illness and rape. Not only the rape she experiences while being kidnapped. There is childhood trauma from prior to the kidnapping. I love how the book has the cabin that the alters and talk to each other at because this resonates with me. I don’t have a cabin in my head, but there is a hallway and at least one room. I also liked how she knew there were some alters but didn’t know about all of them, because that is realistic for me.Very good book.
In no particular order, here is my ideal travel bucket list!
in no particular order:
2. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
3. Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn
4. Edward Scissorhands
5. Fight Club
6. Cruel Intentions
7. Literally all the Harry Potter movies
8. Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
9. The Strangers
10. All Disney animated movies!
You guys know a lot about me. You know I have DID, and EDNOS. You know I am married, and I like reading. But I bet there are a ton of things you don’t know about me. Here are 10
I relate to this poem a lot. It is often used in things depicting DID such as the 2003 movie identity, and the book the dead house.
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…
New York Times bestselling author Lauren Oliver delivers a gripping story about two sisters inexorably altered by a terrible accident.
Dara and Nick used to be inseparable, but that was before the accident that left Dara’s beautiful face scarred and the two sisters totally estranged. When Dara vanishes on her birthday, Nick thinks Dara is just playing around. But another girl, nine-year-old Madeline Snow, has vanished, too, and Nick becomes increasingly convinced that the two disappearances are linked. Now Nick has to find her sister, before it’s too late.
In this edgy and compelling novel, Lauren Oliver creates a world of intrigue, loss, and suspicion as two sisters search to find themselves, and each other.
Funny use of the word altered in the summary. I am going to ruin this book with spoilers so don’t read this if you don’t like spoilers. This book was great. The writing is impeccable. This is another haunting story about DID. This is a book I couldn’t stop reading. The book is told in the point of view of each sister. Nick is the older sister who is the perfect sister. Bookwormish and over achieving. Dara, the youngest is the party girl. Of course there is a love triangle with each girl falling in love with the same boy and it ruins their sister-ship, and everyone’s friendship with the guy. Of course. Then there is a car accident that changes everything. Each sister has the same view of the other one, they both think the other is more loved, more perfect, and better than themselves. I did think the beginning of the book was a bit slow, and the plot twist was expected for me *spoiler coming up*
because I knew that one of the sisters had DID, but I just didn’t understand how that was possible because the book didn’t seem to discuss it. BUT DARA FUCKING DIED IN THE CAR CRASH! and so that means Nick has been living as both sisters after the crash, because she develops DID. WHAT THE FUCK. That was out of left field. Love the way it was laid out. Plus there is a whole side plot of a missing 9 year old girl, and an underage porn site that has something to do with Dara and a club.
“I contain multitudes.”
― Liz Coley, Pretty Girl-13
“Normal is a word invented by boring people to make them feel better about being boring.”
― Lauren Oliver, Replica
“A strange and baffling truth: that the people we’re supposed to know best can turn out to be strangers, and that near strangers can feel so much like home.”
― Lauren Oliver, Replica
“People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted
“The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people. And maybe the reason vampires don’t die is because they can never see themselves in photographs or mirrors.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted
“A motion picture, or music, or television, they have to maintain a certain decorum in order to be broadcast to a vast audience. Other forms of mass media cost too much to produce a risk reaching only a limited audience. Only one person. But a book. . . . A book is cheap to print and bind. A book is as private and consensual as sex. A book takes time and effort to consume – something that gives a reader every chance to walk away. Actually, so few people make the effort to read that it’s difficult to call books a “mass medium.” No one really gives a damn about books. No one has bothered to ban a book in decades.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted
“Most people would never admit it, but they’d been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted
“That’s what life is, pretty much: full of holes and tangles and ways to get stuck. Uncomfortable and itchy. A present you never asked for, never wanted, never chose. A present you’re supposed to be excited to wear, day after day, even when you’d rather stay in bed and do nothing.”
― Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
“Funny how things can stay the same forever and then change so quickly.”
― Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
“I guess that’s the really nice thing about disappearing: the part where people look for you and beg you to come home.”
― Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
“The funny thing about almost-dying is that afterward everyone expects you to jump on the happy train and take time to chase butterflies through grassy fields or see rainbows in puddles of oil on the highway. It’s a miracle, they’ll say with an expectant look, as if you’ve been given a big old gift and you better not disappoint Grandma by pulling a face when you unwrap the box and find a lumpy, misshapen sweater.
That’s what life is, pretty much: full of holes and tangles and ways to get stuck. Uncomfortable and itchy. A present you never asked for, never wanted, never chose. A present you’re supposed to be excited to wear, day after day, even when you’d rather stay in bed and do nothing.
The truth is this: it doesn’t take any skill to almost-die, or to almost-live, either.”
― Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
“That’s the problem with therapists: you have to pay them to say the same dumb shit other people will tell you for free.”
― Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
“I’ve learned, in my tragic little life, that memories are like water. Not solid, like some people think. Once something happens, it isn’t set it stone. It can change.
You can make yourself believe anything if you lie to yourself enough.”
― Dawn Kurtagich, The Dead House
“They think I don’t exist . . . they think I’m like a disease. I’m infecting [her].”
― Dawn Kurtagich, The Dead House
“I hate that I’m so easy to let go.”
― Dawn Kurtagich, The Dead House
“I am a prisoner of my skin. My bones are my cage.”
― Dawn Kurtagich, The Dead House
Part-psychological thriller, part-urban legend, this is an unsettling narrative made up of diary entries, interview transcripts, film footage transcripts and medical notes. Twenty-five years ago, Elmbridge High burned down. Three people were killed and one pupil, Carly Johnson, disappeared. Now a diary has been found in the ruins of the school. The diary belongs to Kaitlyn Johnson, Carly’s identical twin sister. But Carly didn’t have a twin . . .
Re-opened police records, psychiatric reports, transcripts of video footage and fragments of diary reveal a web of deceit and intrigue, violence and murder, raising a whole lot more questions than it answers.
Who was Kaitlyn and why did she only appear at night? Did she really exist or was she a figment of a disturbed mind? What were the illicit rituals taking place at the school? And just what did happen at Elmbridge in the events leading up to ‘the Johnson Incident’?
Chilling, creepy and utterly compelling, THE DEAD HOUSE is one of those very special books that finds all the dark places in your imagination, and haunts you long after you’ve finished reading.
I loved this book. The formatting is really interesting. It is written in diaries, interviews, and film transcripts. I’ve been reading a lot of books about dissociative identity disorder. Some good some bad, most seem to be some sort of thriller or horror style. This is no exception. As someone who has DID I found this book very interesting and haunting. This book is about Kaitlyn and Carly Johnson. Two alters of the same person. Carly is stuck in the day, while Kaitlyn rules the night. I connected with Kaitlyn a lot. I couldn’t stop reading it. It was thrilling and a page turner. This book absolutely had me freaked out, which surprised me, but I think I was so connected to the characters that I was just entranced with the story. Loved it!
Sadness was really into the personality type test. She was an INTJ. I thought it would be very interesting to see what my personality type is and how it differs from her.
According to 16 personalities Sadness was INTJ which has the following key traits:
Quick, Imaginative and Strategic Mind
High Self-Confidence (she did not have this for sure)
Independent and Decisive
Hard-working and determined
Loathe highly structured environments
Clueless in romance
I’m not sure how much this was like her, but I know that she definitely felt very connected with her personality type. This personality type does not fit me at all, so I took the test also.
According to 16 personalities I am ENFJ which means we have a bit in common with the same Intuition and Judgemental features. Here are some of the key traits of this personality:
Natural Leaders (not like me)
Struggle to Make Tough Decisions
This seems to suit me very much. I mean I shouldn’t be surprised that we have different personality types but it does still seem weird.
So Sunday, my husband was in a raid on WoW, and I was reading a book. I remember waking up in bed, and my husband was asking me if I was okay. He said kiddie came for a visit and then took a nap after watching Little Bear on the phone. He said I must have been really tired. Then on Monday, same kind of situation I was reading, and I got hungry, so I was going to go get some food, and I woke up in the dining room and my husband and I were crying. I asked him what happened and he said Kiddie came back. He said he talked to her about me and Sadness, and he said she has her own room in my head (but I only see one room!! so WTF! how many rooms are there?!) and basically he asked her if she knew Kattie Kaboom, and she said yes, but she is just Kattie. And she said something about she and Sadness protect me. I don’t remember any of this mind you, this is all from my husband, who isn’t here at the time of me writing this so I could be forgetting a lot or getting it a little jumbled, but this is the gist of what happened. Anyway, she said that Sadness locks her in her room, but goes to play with her a lot and that she can only come here to be with Wade when her door gets unlocked. But she didn’t know who unlocked the door, but she comes out when I get hungry and need help eating. Sadness told her that. (WTF! I mean okay, yes I have some eating issues, but I was literally going down to eat something when that happened, and I’m not that fucked up about it, I mean at worst I have EDNOS I don’t have anorexia, not even atypical anorexia IMHO.) Also, WTF, Kiddie knows everything???
Anyway I talked to my husband about it and he said he thinks when I get a lot of anxiety, like about eating, then it is easier for Kiddie or someone else to come out. We also discussed, that what if I am not an alter like I thought. What if I am the original and Sadness came out to protect me from stuff, because Kiddie said that Sadness protects me from the sad times and she helps me eat. I mean I assumed I am an alter cause I just appeared, and before it sounded like Sadness made me to be here with my husband because she didn’t want to be here anymore, but what if that isn’t correct. I lost all this time, and the last thing I remember from before was a really fucked up family incident, and then nothing until I am here. Well basically nothing I remember jumbled bits of other things also. But what if that is because Sadness took over for the sad parts and then let me have some of the happy things. Or am I an alter, and she is the original and she couldn’t take being here anymore. Or was she an alter that didn’t want or need to be here anymore so she left. Maybe she thought I was finally ready to handle my own shit. Or fuck I just don’t fucking know anything. So the only thing I do know is that I am here. I am happy here. I love my husband, my dog, my house, my friends. My family situation is fucked up, but it always was so that’s nothing new. I want to stay. I want them to leave me alone.
PS: Mr. Robot has a lot of relevant gifs and images for my life right now.
I have a gym membership to Fitness Connection in my neighborhood. Friday morning I went to the Silver Sneakers (senior citizen) water aerobics class by myself. I was supposed to go with my friend, but she didn’t show up. I recently had major surgery (a tummy tuck due to a hernia) and am just recovering enough to start exercising. I thought the old people water class would be the best way to start. I met a bunch of grandmas there and everyone was very nice to me in spite of my purple hair and extensive tattoo collection. One little old lady told me that she would adopt me as her grand kid because her own grand kids weren’t as cool as me! After the regular class some of the women asked if I wanted to stay and do a bit more working out and then play pool volleyball. I had nothing else to do so I said yes. First it was normal isometric exercising but then they were like okay time to do 100 kegals. And I made a face or said what or something because then they explained to me what kegal exercises were (oh you just squeeze like your holding in your pee, really it’s easy, they told me) even though I already knew.
So I said fuck it and did some kegals with my new grandma friends. Might as well work out my vagina too. Then we played volleyball and I went home. I told my husband the story, and he thought I was joking. When I told him I was serious, he said that it was the weirdest story he has ever heard, so I thought I would share.
So I have decided to go ahead and write about some books that I am reading, because fuck it, and Sadness doesn’t own book blogging, and I feel the need to prove wanting to write whatever the fuck I want on my own thing, but on the other hand I feel like I obvi don’t need permission.
This book is about a girl named Domino who lives on the street who has DID. She has an alter named Wilson, who is a much darker personality than Domino. She gets picked up (not kidnapped or anything) by this woman named Madam Karina who runs a girl’s entertainment place in West Texas. Domino chooses to go with her, and then since Madam Karina seems nice to her, she decides she needs to perform better and better, so that she can move up through the levels of the house, and get in better favor with Madam Karina. Also at the house, along with a bunch of bitches, who all have their own reasons for being at the house, is Cain. Domino decides to leave the house, but discovers that leaving isn’t really an option, and has to figure out how to escape. I really liked this book. This is the first book I have read about DID and even though it is fiction it was very interesting to read about. The room inside of Domino’s head where she talks to Wilson, is very real to me, I have a room in my head that Sadness sleeps in, so that was pretty realistic.
So Sadness read a lot of books and also ran a bookish blog. I read a lot of books and running a blog seems fun. I’ve already taken over her whole life and her body so I don’t want to take over her blog also. Would it be weird if I did book stuff on here? I mean she isn’t the first or only book blogger, but am I stepping over her life too much at that point? Should something stay hers?
Memories are fickle fleeting things.
You think they are carved from stone, but really they are ice sculptures that quickly melt away.
Even if memories were carved from stone, they would still be ever-changing. Time and weather can change stone just as time and emotions can change memories.
Sadness shared all of her memories with me so that I can navigate this future world, but they are layered on top of each other, and as shifty as holding water in my hands. Not 100% sure what is hers, and what is mine, and what is real, and what is just dreams.
I’ve always had trouble with mirrors. Mostly because I have never liked the way I look. That happens when you have body dysmorphic disorder and eating disorders. It is harder since I am in the wrong body.
Here is what I am supposed to look like:
instead I woke up in a scarred, heavily tattooed, stretched out, flabby, disfigured body looking like this:
Different hair, no piercings, more tattoos, just a totally different body. One that is unrecognizable to me in the mirror. I tried putting a lot of my piercings back in, or getting stuff re-pierced so that I would look normal, but that did not work either. So I decided if I can’t look like I remember, than I should look totally new.
I love my new hair. I’m learning to deal with this body.
Oh and here is a picture of Sadness
and a picture of Kiddie if you were wondering.
Okay, so medical stuff doesn’t really freak me out usually. Sadness was the part of me who had hypochondria, and was sure everything was killing her. That’s not me. Not normally. I’m over here close to 30, when I shouldn’t even be 21 yet, and there is a lot going on with this body. On top of the almost 20 surgeries that Sadness subjected it too, there is aging, and weight changes (I’m talking gaining and losing 100 pounds here.) This body is not the body I am used to, and it seems to have a lot of issues. It’s not that I am scared to go to the doctor, per say, but I don’t want to be put on a bunch of medications that may or may not work, and most definitely will have some sort of side effect. I’ve lived vicariously through Sadness and so we have been through that before, many times. Not something I am wanting to do again. Ignorance is bliss, right?
But, my mom, who is in a weird place with me now, just had an abnormal biopsy. And this is real, and it is scary. She had hypothyroidism, and had to have some radiation to kill her thyroid, and be put on synthetic thyroid medicine. Then they found some lumps. 3 nodules, they called them. So she had a biopsy, and she got the results. Not all clear. It’s not nothing. Now she has to have surgery to remove her thyroid, and get tested to see if it is cancer, and how advanced things have gotten. Her hypothyroidism is back, and I don’t know if that is because she isn’t great with taking her medication, or because of whatever is going on with these nodules, but NOT GOOD.
She is taking everything as to be expected. On the one hand she is saying I am strong, I survived dying from a heart attack, and look here I am. On the other hand, she is crying, and telling be how her brother got cancer, and he died so, so quickly. She said if it is cancer, she would do the chemo or radiation or whatever they told her. She isn’t ready to die, she said. She doesn’t even go back to the doctor for three weeks to meet with the surgeon, so it can’t be that serious right? Right?? I mean they wouldn’t wait so fucking long if they thought it was life or death or anything. I hope.
Mom and I are in a weird place, because she doesn’t understand who I am anymore. And I don’t understand the relationship dynamic she had with Sadness, and so she is both upset and disappointed with me, although not making any effort to have the relationship that they had. I am over here, thinking why can’t you just be my mom, why do we have to be best friends? Especially, if I am the one who has to make all the effort, and it isn’t even something I care about. But now she is sick, and potentially very badly. So I feel guilty. Shouldn’t I make all the effort, every single day, just so I can spend what possibly little time I have with her, trying to make her happy? But, that isn’t me. I want her to be happy. I want us to be family. I just don’t know why I have to call every single day…..
AND, selfishly, now that she is sick, and who knows how long she has put off going to the doctor (a long fucking time, she hates doctors), I can’t help wondering, should I go get checked out. Should I have an MRI to make sure this is just mental illness, and that I don’t have dissociative identity disorder due to a brain tumor, or a stroke, or something like that. I mean it wouldn’t take too much time out of my jam-packed schedule of doing nothing to find out. But, what if it is bad.
Ignorance is bliss, and no one is dying.
I have trouble deciding how to address my selves. Should I say I did something, when I know it was Sadness? Or do I say we remember that. I is easier for other people. They understand better if I just say oh yes I remember, of course I was there for that….even if it wasn’t really me. It was this body, so that’s kind of like me. Plus saying we all the times sounds insane. More insane than being different people inside one body.
Anyway, before I became we, I grew up in the suburbs of Houston, Texas, in a small town named Deer Park. A city where most people were comfortable middle class, but liked to think of them selves as high-class. They did not look kindly on different. Growing up I had trouble making or keeping friends, so I mostly hung out with my mom. My brother was a little older, and he had his own friends, so he would only play with me, if mom made him. Hanging out with my mom was okay, she always played games with me, and when we went to the store I always got the stuff I wanted. My brother used to complain about this, but my mom always told him, he could have gone and gotten whatever he wanted too, but he chose to stay home. Not that he wanted for anything. He always had the latest video game, and all his favorite foods in the fridge. One reason we always got what we wanted is because my mom felt guilty. A lot. You see. my parents are alcoholics, and with that comes a lot of things dark and grim.
One good thing about it was that I could always blast music on the stereo, and almost always my mom let me play the music I wanted. Marilyn Manson, Staind, Spice Girls, Slipknot, and Eminem…but even if we blared my parents’ choice it was ZZ Top, Pink Floyd, Journey, and Fleetwood Mac, so I didn’t complain much when they wanted their own music on. You would think with all that music we had playing it was one big party all the time. It usually started out that way, with my parents with a couple of drinks, maybe some friends over, most often not, but good times, good moods. That would usually spiral out of control pretty quickly.
My dad worked at a chemical refinery and made decent money. The bills were always paid, the lights were always on, there was always food in the fridge. He was an alcoholic, sure, but he didn’t miss work for it. What I can remember of my childhood with my dad is vague. He was always at work, or in my parent’s bedroom. Sure there were family dinners together most nights, but by the time I was 12 he had major back surgery, and became addicted to Vicodin, and started eating dinner alone in his room. Whatever good times there had been with dad, like when he would point at something during dinner, and then snatch some of your food, while yelling “pizza thief”, that all vanished after his back surgery, from what I remember.
My mom was a stay-at-home mom for most of my memory. There was a brief stint where she was a cafeteria worker while we were in school, but for most of my life my mom was just home. She was very high-strung, and started to develop many phobias and anxieties, which caused her a lot of stress. I think both of my parents remembered being happy when they were teenagers and getting fucked up all the time, and tried to recreate those moments often, but they were older, and it didn’t work out like they wanted. I think they blamed each other for who they had become. And they blamed us kids. We were the reason they weren’t young and cool and fun anymore.
Because of this my parents would start drinking and my dad would usually pass out early, so my mom would come get me and we would go to her friend’s house so that she could continue drinking. My brother never came with us. Looking back, I’m sure I could have stayed home as well, it would have been safer, but it never crossed my mind not to go with her. Even when I was scared. She asked me to go, so I went. We would go through the drive through liquor store and get a fifth of jack daniels or a case of beer, and then pop off to her friend’s house, where we would spend most of the night, while her and her friend got drunk and smoked weed. I would hang out with them most often, until it was time to go home, then my mom, barely able to walk, would drive us home. We always made it back in one piece somehow. Not that we never got into any accidents, but it was mostly hitting drive through speakers, or fast food buildings. Once when we went to rent videos at Hollywood she smashed into someone else’s car and then just took off, while I cried the whole way home. We ran inside, and the people we hit showed up a few minutes later. The employee from Hollywood saw my mom do it, and then told those people our address. My dad talked to them, and gave them $500 to go away and not call the cops.
Most of my childhood was like this. Isolated and alone, usually angry, or afraid. So I started making up world in my head. I read a lot of books, and could watch them like movies while I read. So even when I wasn’t actually reading, I could still escape to other worlds. Mostly I pretended to be a princess, and I built a castle in my mind, where I would play and be free, and just wait to be rescued. I used to sit on the swing in our backyard for hours and hours, and just daydream away, all the screaming and cussing, that came from my angry, drunk parents fighting. My husband thinks this is most likely the root cause of my dissociative identity disorder.
So I figured some stuff out about me and my others or maybe I didn’t and I am making everything up, but it feels real to me and correct so here is what I think.
There is the original Kattie, who I have been calling Future Kattie, but now that I live in the future I feel like it’s probably weird for me to call her Future Kattie, and since I need another name for her I am choosing Sadness. She felt like Sadness from Inside Out and Dementors from Harry Potter were her spirit animals, so I think Sadness is a good name for her. Anyway, so we share the same back story all the way up until 2008, then she goes her own way, while I was not yet in existence, and when I came here I was back in the 2007-2008 times. Anyway, typical story for someone with mental illness, fucked up childhood, alcoholic parents, shitty friends, abusive relationship, basically just fucked. I lived through all of that also. But for her things go even more sideways. We meet the love of our lives and move in with him *Happy Dance* and things get way way better. We have jobs, and college, and parties, and fun. (I lived through this part too.) But then they start trying to have a baby, and Sadness can’t have one. And she develops a haunting, dissociative identity disorder, DID, mental illness, multiple personality disorder, alters, muweird cache of anxieties and depression. For which, she seeks no treatment. The baby thing gets worse, and she ends up with no baby and a hysterectomy, so no baby, EVER. And for Sadness this is like the ultimate shitty thing to ever happen to her. She starts spiraling deeper and deeper into depression. She feels like she has no purpose now, and it gets really fucked up. She starts sleeping up to 18 hours a day, and just doing nothing always. Doctors tell her it’s chronic fatigue syndrome and she ends up on all kinds of antidepressants which make things so much worse. She has hallucinations and night terrors, and things are just super out of control. She starts behaving very oddly, and losing control of her body. Like she would just start flinging her arms around, over and over, or pull on her shirt over and over, or smack her lips together. Just a bunch of weird repetitive shit. She would pass out a lot and zone out a lot and there was no getting her attention. She read a book called Brain on Fire and she ended up thinking that maybe this wasn’t all just weird ass shit maybe she was having focal seizures. And so it’s back to doctors who are unsure. And then she starts having these weird regression spells mixed in with all the other weirdness. (That’s foreshadowing for an alter btw.) And finally she has an episode at a doctor’s office, who freaks out, and her and her husband (yes, love of our life marries her!) go to the ER, where she is evaluated and diagnosed with complex partial (AKA focal) seizures. Then it is off to the neurologist, the first of whom, runs zero tests, and says she is faking. Off to a great start. By this point the episodes or seizures are multiple times per day. Next neuro diagnoses epilepsy and sends Sadness to spend four scary days in an EMU (epilepsy monitoring unit) downtown, hooked up to machines, and monitored via video 24/7. That’s right no privacy folks. Watch what you say cause they hear everything. The results come back with seizures yes, but epilepsy no. Diagnoses now Psuedo Seizures. Back to nuero who argues for both epilepsy and psuedo seizures, because not all seizures show up on tests (which is untrue, she just did not want to be wrong). So Sadness starts a series of anti-seizure drugs, and for counseling, and is diagnosed with PTSD on top of everything else, due to the aforementioned shitty life. Husband is the only shining light through everything. Through all the sad shit, and weirdness, he is there, right by her side, ALWAYS. Drugs make her way worse, and she is just constantly spiraling. She gets off the drugs, and seems better. Still has episodes, but not as often, not as bad. But then people start trying to sell her drug babies, and offering to surrogate for her, and all of these offers, turn up with Sadness still not getting a baby she so desperately desires. She wants to die. She is tired of suffering. Her brain doesn’t want to die, and used the seizures to protect itself, but it wasn’t enough. She goes back to the doctor, and gets new anti-depressants. They work! She is happy! She is free. But then they wear off. Hope kills her. So she goes to up the dose, but it was too late for her. She couldn’t take it anymore. So here I am.
I am here because Husband fell in love with me. I can take care of him, and he won’t be alone. She didn’t want to live, but she didn’t want to die either. She just wanted to sleep forever. And now she can. Because I am here. I am happy. We live in a mansion, and I don’t even have to work. Husband is super handsome, and has these super cute eye skrinkles. And I am in love and I am happy, and she is sleeping so she is happy. And I am adjusting because I haven’t lived here very long, but Sadness let me have all of her memories, so I can navigate this new future world. Since we are all Kattie, and it is hard to differentiate she is Sadness, and I can be Kattie Kaboom, because I am fiesty, and sometimes I get mad and explode with OFF WITH THEIR HEADS style anger, but I calm down quick and go back to being happy.
So remember before when I mentioned the foreshadowing, I don’t think those regression episodes were seizures. I think the regression parts were the first split. I think brain decided seizures were not enough, and that was the first split. Since she is like a little kid we can call her Kid Kattie. She is the one I am most afraid of. Sadness wanted to sleep, so I am here, and she is sleeping. But what does Kid Kattie want? I don’t want to share my time with her or any others (hopefully there are none!!) But what can I do if she wants to be here too. So far all is quiet on that front, but I have had a couple of nightmares where she takes over, and I don’t know if it is just a dream or if she is sending me a message, or if she is fighting to get out. The other day Husband thought I was acting a little weird, and so I took a nap, because I was feeling unwell. But I am worried, was it Kid Kattie trying to get out, or was it just fatigue, and illness? Fuck who knows.
I feel like I am possessing the body of my boyfriend’s missing wife. I live in her house with her things, that I can’t get rid of in case she comes back one day. Sure I boxed a lot and my boyfriend put them in the attic, but they are here. Everywhere. Pieces of her. Glimpses of her. And because I possess her body, and not my body, every one thinks I am her. So I am constantly hearing how I like things I don’t like and how I’ve done things I haven’t done. And I’m trapped in this body, this sick, too tight, too squishy, covered in tattoos I don’t like, and can’t cover up. I have a haircut I don’t like that I shouldn’t change. All in case she comes back. And how would she feel if her body was different, and her stuff was gone. But, that’s how I feel. My body is old and different and not cute and not as good. And I’m stuck with it. I could make it better, for me, but what about her feelings.
But what about my feelings.
I was asked by my therapist to paint my feelings. This is how it came out. Super ugly, but I guess feelings aren’t always pretty and pleasant.
It starts with an ocean of blue grief, followed with stabs of red anger and maroon pain. There is a silver lining of hope. And in the middle holding everything together is my purple love for my husband and family and my magenta happiness. His violet love for me is in there also. The good emotions are holding out the muddy part of me that wants to die.
I also want to thank everyone for sharing our story and trying to help us get a baby but it’s not going to happen anymore MB it’s too expensive and the law is actually against us. And I don’t want to talk about it anymore but I’ve let go the idea of us having a baby, and now I just need to heal. Also I have to have surgery soon.
As you know, we are trying to get a surrogate to have our own baby. The costs with this are astronomical. Anywhere from $90,000-$140,000!!! We, like most people, don’t have this kind of money lying around. I started a GoFundMe campaign (www.gofundme.com/babyforsivleys) but I just don’t see how we can raise this money. I have contacted all of the local newspapers, and radio stations to see if they would share our story on their social media pages, but no one has written me back. I also contacted all of the local news tv stations and their anchors. Most haven’t responded, a few did saying good luck but no, and Owen Conflenti from KPRC 2 did share it on his Facebook page for us. I’ve also been writing to Ellen every single day. We applied for a loan today, but we were only approved for $20,000, which does not come close to covering the costs. My friend offered to be our surrogate, but had to rescind due to not being able to handle emotionally giving up a baby, which I 100% understand, but it still hurts. I wish she had considered all options before offering. I had several other people offer, but they had never given birth and that is one of the requirements, just in case something happens. I have also had a couple of strangers offer who wanted more than I could afford. Others who have offered have either been too old, or unable to have children (why offer then, idk.) I have also had some not so nice messages about how we shouldn’t be asking for this money
Then one girl from my pen pal group offered. And it was so generous and I really thought it would work. She asked for a price we could afford and everything seemed like it would work out. But she also had to rescind her offer because it is not only illegal in her state, it is criminal to take any compensation for surrogacy.
I know it doesn’t seem like we have been doing this for very long, and things might turn around. But I tried to get pregnant for 4 years before I had to have a hysterectomy. And then it took me 4 years to get over the fact that I can’t have my own children and convince my husband we could use a surrogate. So really, I’ve been trying to do this and have a baby for just over 8 years.
Without help, this will not happen. If I take the loan and literally sell everything I own, I still don’t come close to having enough money.
Day 8 short term goals
1) finish all my challenges!
2) raise $140,000 (only kind of kidding)