That Knows Everything About Each Alter Thing Is More Of A We Know A Lot About Other Alters But Yall We

That knows everything about each alter thing is more of a… we know a lot about other alters but y’all we can’t tell you everything. We overshare to each other a lot though…

I don’t think anyone knows who is fronting all the time. Haven’t met any systems who know who’s fronting constantly.

Also… we are currently self-diagnosed. However, we are trying to get a medical diagnosis so that when a fake-claim eventually comes our way, we can slap them over the head with the official diagnosis.

And this system has so many physical and mental issues it’s not funny… (plantar fasciitis, type-2 diabetes, depression, anxiety, suspected autism or ADHD, gluten-intolerance, lactose-intolerance, lopsided stomach, a forming hernia, nerve decay in our teeth, and the list goes on… that’s not even including the whole DID thing).

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I did something. Also, two posts in a row? Mind blowing. ( The question mark In the picture just means ‘sometimes.’ ) -🔪

Y’know what’s sad about being a fictive sometimes?? When you know that people are going to treat you like your source anyways, no matter how different you are.

And then if you’re too different from your source, then it feels like you’re not allowed to be who you are because you’re not enough like your source to count!

Or when people see your source as problematic or view your source in a very negative light and then they associate that with you even though you didn’t do anything.

🩸: Like me. People view my source as this crazed murderer who doesn’t care about consent or others.

📖: And then sometimes I feel like people will say I can’t continue to call myself Simon Henriksson because of how many differences there are between me and my source.

That’s some of the shitty things about being a fictive. Because it sometimes feels like we don’t count or that we can never be seen as real people despite actually being real people in this system.

It’s not the case in our system, but it feels like that outside of our system sometimes.

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Anyone else ever feel like you’re faking because of how many alters are in your system??? Blue and I feel like that a lot and then we look at each other and go:

“We’ve literally had full blown conversations with these people. We literally cannot control them.”

But like… we’re nearly 400 alters (that we’re aware of). We feel really… unnaturally big. Anyone else feel this way?? Because we know they’re all real and not imaginary. But like… it’s still weird. Y’know??

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I look between the demon and old woman for a few minutes before clearing my throat. “Um… so… anything else?” I ask softly as I continue to put in her order.

The old woman had barked insults at me for the past 10 minutes. Her demon was trying to calm her down. She was a really sweet demon.

My demon stood behind me, arms crossed and shaking his head as he watched the old woman act in such a way. The fact that even he wouldn’t act like that spoke volumes. He was usually a dick to everyone on my behalf, as I often lacked the confidence to speak up for myself.

He’d finally had enough of the woman’s complaints and slammed his hands down in the counter. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose as he snapped insults at her.

“Listen here, you old hag,” he shouted, “quit your bitching and fucking pay up before I shove this cash register so far up your-”

I grab his tail and pull him back. “That’s enough out of you.”

“I am so sorry about her,” her demon said in a soft tone. “Susan is a bit… fussy, but she has a very good heart deep down!”

I roll my eyes. I’m used to demons like her. The people in the fast-food industry can be real jerks most of the time. I’ve met plenty of nice demons.

Hell, only one demon stood out to me as being particularly an ass besides my own demon: my girlfriend’s. Her demon was one of the worst I’d ever met. She’d often be dragged away by her tail as she shouted at random people who inconvenienced her. My demon was pretty neutral while her’s was terrifying to almost everyone they met.

Thankfully, Susan quit whining and paid. If only I could meet more terrifying demons. I’m getting so tired of the sweet and nice ones.

Humans are born with demon counterparts to protect them.The more innocent and pure a person is the more mean fierce and terrifying their demon becomes.Today you met an 82 year old woman with the kindest sweetest demon you’ve ever met.

singlets treat fictives like actual human beings challenge: impossible!!

(i swear to fucking god i'm going to lose it)

anyone else have like. conflicting source memories? i remember meeting people for the first time twice in two different ways, i remember someones appearance changing and yet them always looking like that,, i remember so many things that dont align and i hate it. please tell me im not alone