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Centaureds story. TW
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I feel like writing down some of my story might help me ease some of the pain in my head right now. Ive been on beyond blue for a while now and had a few different threads but haven't shared much of my story, or the reasons why I have developed DID.
Be mindful this post mentions different types of abuse.
On the outside my childhood looked normal. I had a mum, a dad, a brother, and some extended family. And although we weren't well off, my parents still owned their home and we had food on the table.But behind closed things were falling apart.
It starts at just 5. My dad was diagnosed with a serious brain tumour. It mainly effected his emotions and his body's ability to regulate itself. He was very sick, spent over 6 months in treatment. The drs got rid of his tumour but he was never the same, with serious brain damage and vision impaired.
My mum became physically abusive not being able manage, or lock us up for days. I don't know what was worse.
At 5 I also had a big operation in my abdomen and with things going on at home began my struggle with eating and thus I later developed an eating disorder but that is only a side note.
In the years following I had issues with my grandfather, he was always touchy but I vague memories of this slowly getting worse.
Then at 8-9 I was the product of incest. My brother would touch me, but in the later period this left to much more and rape.
The next year my family moved states and I got away from grandfather and my brothers abuse stopped.
I would withdraw into fantasy and began to dissociate a lot.
Then High School came around and was difficult with very few friends and bullying and avoidance.
My mum had an affair when I was 13 and then left my dad. Forcing me and my brother to live week with her week with dad. It was very destabilizing.
Later on in school I became increasingly withdrawn, and began to self harm. My weight at this point was getting very low. By the end of high school my weight was critical and I made my first attempt.
Ive spent the next 11 years in and out of hospital, institutions, in various therapies, seen so many different professionals, struggling to come to the conclusion that I am not not what has happened to me
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Hey Bob. I've been up and down tbh. The funeral is tomorrow.
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The funeral and seeing family all got too much. I ended up having an incident with the police last night and now I'm in hospital. Luckily they aren't pressing charges.
I feel ashamed of my behaviour, that had never happened before and it's not like me to act the way I did.
At least I'm safe I guess.
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Eeeeee my favourite band is coming to Australia. I asked a friend to go with me. Lol.
I'm getting discharged tomorrow. Hopefully I will be OK. It's so overwhelming in hospital anyway.
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Hi Centaured,
Thanks for keeping us updated and sorry I haven't got back to you sooner. I'm sorry you had an incident with the police and ended up in hospital. Try not to be too hard on yourself. You are a kind and caring person and I'm sure whatever happened was just a result of stress/bad circumstances. We tend to ruminate and dwell on things when we are depressed also.
I hope your friend gets back to you. Keep us updated and hope you go ok leaving hospital.
Bob
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When all the lights have been switched off, way too dark for you to see
That's exactly my point when life suffocates me
I'm always trying not to worry, everything will be fine
I'm sick of empty promises and the fear in my eyes
It's like every breath I take is a debt
How am I going to pay it back by myself?
Like breathing without air
How am I going to know that you're there when you're not?
So why can't death set me free?
Oh why can't love stay with me
When all the lights have been switched off, way too dark for you to see
And the loveless walk to the edge of the world with hope to be set free
Hear me out - dream on dreamer
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Hi Centaured,
Thanks for that poem. I've definitely picked up on some of the themes. I encourage you to write more poetry to express your feelings as an outlet. It's something I enjoy doing and is very therapeutic. There is actually a thread here to share poetry. I've written one called dreamers also.
Bob
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I'll try to write some lighter stuff for that thread. Often my poetry is too dark for that thread.
Here's one I wrote today while listening to some music. It's been a really hars day.
The feelings clawing inside my head like a migraine
>I know what I have to do..but it kills me
Agony tears it way through my mind clawing its way out to every part of this broken body
>I know what I have to do...but it kills me.
It kills the fragment of what soul I have left.
>I know what I have to do....if it kills me.
I need to drag myself through hell beyond death and
>Recover.
Find the beauty left amongst the despair.
Find peace in the chaos surrounding me.
The light left.
>I know what I have to do. Not let it kill me.
Slave through the darkened days til I see
>That's its not what I have to do. but to be.
>Free
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Hi Centaured,
These are great! You're so talented.
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@Bob most of those posts are song lyrics to he honest.
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Everything feels pointless at the moment.
I've been inpatient the last few days. I just can't deal with thing. I want to go home to die. I can tdo this anymor.e