Showing posts with label Multiple Personality Disorder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Multiple Personality Disorder. Show all posts

Monday, September 19, 2011

A 'State of the Union' Re: The Boyfriend Moving In


This is the state of the union in regards to what we thought about James’ (The Boyfriend) visit, about him leaving, and now what we think about him coming back to live with us…tomorrow. TOMORROW. As of tomorrow we lose our alone time…:-/

It’s been a stressful week, for everyone involved, we’ve been having issues, some of us and James, and he’s been hoping for awhile that we would finish writing this, and post it, to ease his concerns about how we all feel, because he is feeling less than positive/apprehensive about how we feel. It also helps us to sort it out. Much like our  

'State of the Union' Re: The Visit of Our Twittercrush James back in July right before he came to meet us in person for the first time.



This has been entirely difficult to complete, mainly because it takes team work in its entirety to write, and the added stress of our life lately has made it difficult to focus and work as a team. So much this last week, from saying goodbye to Special Someone, and unexpectedly to Fuck Face…to putting in our three week notice at work so we can prepare to move, because we have to. But James will be here soon, and maybe we won’t be as stressed…maybe.

We are putting everybody in alphabetical order for the ‘state of the union’, as to not indicate anyone has more or less feelings, one way or another, regarding James.

Bethany – It was confusing for us to decipher how Bethany feels, about James, at first. Bethany really doesn’t talk much, or rather she goes through “quiet but there” periods.  James and she spent some time together on and off, a short period at the museum when she was unintentionally triggered* at the hands-on science museum in our city, (James wrote about that day) an evening watching ‘X-Men: First Class’, a then another night where James read her a story, though it could have been the same night as the movie (Sorry, I don`t have all the details, but we do know a switch happened in the middle of the night that night, during a bad dream/flashback she had)

There has been some uncomfortable conversation with Bethany about James, and this will sound strange…and it’s rather embarrassing for us – and straight off we will tell you this is not a perversion, or sexual in the very least. At some point she started referring to him as “dad”…now we know what some might be thinking, but like we said, this is not a perversion, or a sexual thing. (When he is unfortunate enough to have to share the bed with her he wears shorts, and she wears her favourite nightgown that is white, knee length and has little pink flowers on it).

We’ve explained to her that James is not her dad…that she knows who dad (daddy, a.k.a. The Father) is…our father. It made our stomach churn until we realized that it all comes down to love feelings.
Bethany is 6 years old. The only equation to love she knows, has ever really known, in male form, is the love she feels for our father. Once we figured this out we relaxed a bit…but not completely.

It seriously makes my head hurt thinking of her calling him that accidentally…for now we’ll just let her call him “teddy bear”, or pick a different nickname, because for some reason she also thinks he is that, her teddy bear.

Bethany is happy and excited for James to come home.

Brooke – Honestly, she’ll be angry about it, but we don’t give a fuck one way or another about what she thinks, or how she feels. The only way it matters is when she’s persuading us to be angry, or mean, to James…and then we have to apologize, and then she wins - except for the apology part, and it only matters insofar as she feels like she wins.

We know from messages she’s left both to, and entries regarding James, on this blog and on Tumblr, that she hates him; probably as much or more than she hates us, for whatever reasons she does (she thinks us stupid, and worthless, and untalented, amoung other things). We won’t get too much into things about her, or her personality – we don’t know much about her yet (though we have been mapping her on our therapy mapping project) other than she is mean, and she tortures us…and we have to learn more about why she is part of us, and what her purpose is.

She never directly spent time with James, until briefly, recently, on video chats, but she’s been in co-consciousness many times. James has written about her in his blog; I am not sure if she has been mentioned in our entries much, though she has written one or two recently.

Catherine – Catherine had a really good time with James, she loves him very much, but she is also fairly young. She spent more time, in the last week or so of his visit, with James then he had anticipated. Towards the end it was a fight for who got to spend time with him. She’s excited for our boyfriend to be living with us, especially since he knows about her (and can tell when she is here more and more each time they talk, and this makes her pretty happy).

All that matters is James knows Catherine loves him, and she feels safe going out into public with him when she has “an episode” (she has paranoia & social anxiety issues).

She is happy, James…to have you coming home tomorrow.

CassandraCassandra and James had a rough start, James wrote about spending time with Cassandra, as he did write about a few of us, however I think he wrote more than one entry about her.

While not a fan at first, because of her love for Someone Special, Cassandra now is okay with the fact James will be our boyfriend, and thinks James is going to be a neat friend to hang out with and watch movies with, plus he likes to eat, just like her. Thankfully James knows about her penchant for eating and hopefully will be a good influence on her, or they are liable to dine on pizza, pudding (more than she is supposed to), donuts and other assorted things that she is technically not allowed.

She doesn’t love James…and he knows that and is okay with it. They can be good friends and maybe someday that will change.

The only concern I have is that her depressive moods and his depressive moods will feed off of each other and send us all into a downward spiral. James is aware of this concern, however, because we have really good communication with him, and we hope we can all be strong for each other.

Emmie – What can we say, Emmie? She doesn’t fall in love easy, and she is still has residual “feelings”/thoughts for Fuck Face, so …we’ll wait and see about the “L” word.

She says she is pretty happy with the conversations she’s had with James about sex, and the things he is willing to do, and let her do (read: everything and anything her dirty little heart desires). She’s exceedingly happy with…the equipment…that is being provided to her.

It is interesting though, the last day she spent some time with James and he wanted to know what other things she liked, besides sex, because he wants to spend additional time with her, apparently. She didn’t have too many answers for him that weren’t in the realm of sex, but after he left she put some thought into is, and realized no man has ever wanted to know more about her, or know the things she likes to do that aren’t in relation to being naked. She’s curious to find out if James likes some of the things that interest her, outside of the bedroom.

As a note, for Bethany’s sake, and further clarrification: The one “sick” games Emmie doesn’t play, is the daddy-child role-playing, our stomach collectively churns at the thought of it, though everything else is open for experimentation with Emmie.

Frank – What can I say? James is my love. I had a wonderful time with him while he was here, despite everyone else fighting for a chance to spend time with him (meaning become Executive*, or be “out”, which means massive headaches for me, and for some of the others) but, just as he doesn’t ever seem to have the right words to say in e-mail, when it comes time to say something to me, (he writes us letters, and addresses us separately, on occasion) it’s hard for me to put into words my feelings for him.

He is so supportive of us all, and honestly I never thought we’d find someone we could all be ourselves with, all of us (Bethany being the biggest concern, always). He is patient (but not always and that’s good because I don’t want him to be a doormat), he is not afraid to address us each in the way he feels we should each be addressed; he is handsome, intelligent, sensitive, stabby, witty, honest. He knows that I love him, and would do anything for him, as he would us.

My concerns fall into the areas about his ability to withstand…everything/everyone that is us, but it’s nice to know we can have a relationship with someone and not be afraid about being entirely honest, and though sometimes he hurts because of our frank honesty, we know he would have it no other way, because he has told us so.

I would be stupid not to be honest about still having some sort of feelings for Fuck Face, but he was a very important person, and without him what we had to do this past year, to become separate, but whole, would likely not have transpired as quickly as it did. He will always hold a special place in my heart, in our hearts…we know James can understand this.

I love you, James…with my whole stabby insane heart. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

Ivy – Ivy didn’t get to spend a massive amount of time one-on-one with James…a bit in the art museum, a bit here and there, but she was present enough to fall in love with him. Of course, she is our lover of many things, and happy and giggly and a smart ass (James like to call her a “sarcastic moo”). She is very excited for James to come back, even though she appears to disappears for some lengths at times (we hope this changes), lately, however, she’s been more here. She likes to poke fun at James. She never had a chance to be intimate with James while he was here, so she’s pretty excited for that day to come. (no pun intended).

Melody – Melody spent some time with James, not a lot, but she enjoyed it as much as she could. She likes that he knows to let her be and work on the computer, write or do whatever. She likes to be alone a lot. She is a little fearful of having someone around 27/7 again, but luckily for her, and the rest of us…for most of us it’s never 24/7…

She doesn’t love James, and James knows why (to not love is part of her function in our system*)…and that’s all that matters.

Sam – didn’t spend ANY time with James one on one…but is very excited at the prospect of having a guy to hang out with, and play video games with (word is the boys are going to buy a game counsel, probably a Wii…and will probably be looking for people to race Mario Kart with online…if you know some people); most of us are terrible TERRIBLE, at video games, and find them a waste of time. Sam is also excited to have a guy to check out girls with (though he and Emmie enjoy doing that together, as well as some of the rest of us who like girls…which we all do not) we’re sure it’ll be different with an “outside” person, the checking out “the ladies”, he used to have fun doing it with Fuck Face.

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That’s us, the 9 we can account for. We’ll be working on mapping through the winter (that’s a form of therapy for DID)…we hope there are no more than 9, but sometimes none of us know who we are…and that scares us…so we’re going to look into that, once we get some peace and quiet…and now that we have someone who can support us, emotionally, when we freak out a bit, like we did when we first started the therapy process  back in (roughly) March of this year (2011).

DID mapping is not something generally done quickly, is something usually assisted by a therapist (there are none in our current city who “treat” DID patience), and is discovering, and refining personalities is an evolving process…you can read more about it on our mapping therapy blog: (http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/

One thing we want James to know, collectively, is that we can take care of ourselves, we have for 32 years. Some of us want to say that we don’t need you. We don’t in fact need you, or anyone, except us…but we want you.

I hope, James, that this somehow eases your mind. You know you are important to us, we would not be giving up so much for you, if you were not.

~Frank (et al)
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*Some helpful terminology imported from our public blog where we do our mapping therapy (http://wearejcmf.blogspot.com/) which is currently not being worked on due to massive life stress.

DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER A.K.A MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER: TERMINOLOGY

Personality Specifics:
Alter: alter states, selves, parts (a subjective term); distinct personalities; fragments alternate personality, personality state, ego state or identity with its own unique perspectives, abilities, memories or other traits that differ from the Host or Executive personality.

The Core: The original birth personality.
Host: is the alter personality who dominates the control of the body most of the time and is often unaware of the other personalities. The host is usually the alter personality who will initiate after experiencing symptoms of mental distress, such as, anxiety, triggers or recovered memories.

Executive: When a personality (alter ego) has control of the body.

Switch: To switch from one personality to another. The process of an alter coming out from the subconscious mind into the consciousness mind while the other alter (who was already in the consciousness mind) slips back into the subconscious mind.

Who's out? A common question used to determine which personality is executive or host.

Co-conscious(ness): (The Core) A state of being aware of what the other personalities are doing and saying.

Other Terms:
Acquired: Anything that is not present at birth but develops some time later. In medicine, the word "acquired" implies "new" or "added." An acquired condition is "new" in the sense that it is not genetic (inherited) and "added" in the sense that was not present at birth.

Triggers: Hysterical conversion symptoms or body memories. Physical phenomenon such as pain, smells, tastes, etc.; re-experienced again.

Dissociation: In psychology and psychiatry, a perceived detachment of the mind from the emotional state or even from the body. Dissociation is characterized by a sense of the world as a dreamlike or unreal place and may be accompanied by poor memory of the specific events, which in severe form is known as dissociative amnesia.

Re-live: A total memory recall (includes visual, emotional, physical and all other senses).

Losing time: Also known as a Dissociative Fugue, is the period of which an alter personality is in the subconscious mind and has no recollection of the time that is being utilized by the alter personality who is occupying the conscious mind. Therefore when the alter switches into the conscious mind they realize that minutes, hours, days, or even months and years have passed since they were last aware of time.

System: is the structure of relationships between the alter personalities who live within the internal world of a survivor with D.I.D.! Every system is created and operates in it's own unique way, just like every family living in their own homes run their households different from the next door neighbour.

Inner (Self) Helper: is usually the alter personality who has a good understanding of the system and how it works. The I.S.H. is also among the typical group of helpers or protector personalities.

Grounding: is the process of disrupting a dissociative episode and is accomplished by tugging on an earlobe, rubbing the hands together, or shuffling the feet back and forth. This type of physical stimuli can bring the survivors mind back to awareness of their surroundings, and helps to make them feel less animated.

(these terms are pulled from a wide array of sources throughout the internet and are ones we choose to use in writing, on occasion, to talk about the things that happen in our lives)

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

'An Emotional Night For Us All' - James' Blog Post

We're going to try to get to writing tonight; James just published a new blog over on his blog site (not this post, however), all about how we booked his tickets back on Monday, because *gulp* he's coming to live with us now...(someone should start praying for him, or, you know, sacrificing a goat or something)...and so we need to catch up to our "relationship" entries...something like that.

We had planned on doing a "State of the Union" after he left three weeks ago, like the one we did about him coming to visit, but we've been stressed with having to plan to move out of the city where we live, and figuring out how to sell our house, because of some very unforeseen circumstances, which we've written about (but currently, we don't feel like back linking, so check out the posts from the last week and a half, or so, to find out why we have to move, and what we plan to do after that). If life ever settled down then maybe we'd get a better glimpse of this "boredom" we hear people talk about so much...but probably not.

Having just gotten off the phone with our tenants, a screaming match was had, to be sure, we need to have some wine and sort ourselves out before we can even think about writing for tonight. Stress stress stress *mumbles to self*.

The following entry is imported from James' blog (link to his blog is at the bottom of the entry), also at the bottom of this entry you will find several other titles of entries, both ones written while he was here staying with us for a month, and since he has returned home. All of the links are internal, so don't be afraid to click them, they'll just take you to other pages within this site.
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Friday 9th September 2011

This post is about a video chat I had with Frankie and a response to a Tumblr post they wrote about their day. I'm not linking to their post just yet as I want to write about the time we spent on GTalk Video first.

I had a friend over this evening and they were out drinking with one of theirs (the infamous [Fuck Face]) so our chat was later than normal. It started off very well, they (both Frank et al and the chat sessions) have been stressed recently but today seemed to be a good one, helped by the fact that I had a bottle of wine. We haven't drank together like this since our first ever chat.
But then, very suddenly, their mood changed whilst they were trying to write their blog post for the day. They looked upset, confused, almost angry. I asked them if they were ok, all too aware that this question, asked when they're upset, is often met with some hostility. They tell me they have had a hard day at work having to fight to maintain who was there at work in order for them to get the work done. As the chat goes on they are switching every few minutes. I've never seen them switch this quickly and so often before, I'm not sure who is there or how many are switching. They bounce from being close to tears to being almost happy in the blink of an eye but each time they are upset longer and happier for shorter periods until it seems as though the switching has stopped and they are desperately upset, confused, hurting and angry. They won't talk to me. They may have stopped switching but there is clearly a massive conflict going on in their head. At one point they say they have to go, they'll call me back later. The look on their face was of anger and dislike. So much I think that Brooke is there. There was no tears, no upset, no apologies, nothing but the desire to stop talking to me. In the past this has been to protect me from someone and / or from seeing them upset; I didn't get that impression tonight but I could be wrong, it could well have been just the inner fight that made it seem this way.

They call me back and they are upset. The rest of the chat consists of them writing a tumblr post and chatting to people on twitter. They still don't seem to want to talk to me but the fact they called me back and are comfortable with me just being there is comforting.
They say, as they always do, as we always do, that they want me there as soon as possible. They say they are going to book the flight the flight tonight but the prices have gone up and trying to adjust the days to get the price as low as possible is upsetting them and confusing them. I offer to do the looking and so I do. Then they say they want to leave it till Monday and I can't help but feel a little hurt by that but I understand, it's to much for them tonight. I carry on looking but don't tell them.
I have to say that whilst I say they don't seem to want to talk to me they do repeat that they just want me there with them and of course I want to be there with them too. I hate seeing them like this and not being able to comfort them. They don't always like me comforting them when they are upset but at least I can be there.

They are tired too and one of them wants to go to bed; eat pizza and go to bed but the others are saying to them that it's too early.

I am positive I know who I'm with now but I read their Tumblr post and it is signed by someone else. I'm confused and a little upset again. The person that signed it, Catherine, used to tell me she loves me but tonight she hasn't and in the Tumblr post says "I wish I could love him". I ask them about this but they get more upset and stay quiet.

They won't talk to me and so I break one of my own rules, I read their timeline as I know they're talking to people on twitter. Sometimes it's the only way I know what's going on is to look at their timeline. But there's a good reason I avoid this. And tonight's reminder of what that reason is kicked me the head, stabbed me in the heart and stamped on it. I get up, I leave the room, I take the advice form my counsellor and "release", in this case I air box for a few minutes. When I come back they ask where I have been and ask if they are upsetting me. I say no, it's not them. Maybe not a completely honest answer but a lot of it is my issues, I shouldn't get upset by what they say to others but when I'm here telling them I wish I could put my arms around them and they ignore me then tell someone on twitter they want to be in their arms... well excuse fucking me if I need to kick shit out of something.

But I read their Tumblr post again and one sentence that I read over and over again makes me feel better. I love them so much. I get upset and I allow silly things to hurt me but it's because I'm so far away and I miss them so much.

I've mentioned it too many times without so much as link so here is their Tumblr post for tonight, about tonight. You'll notice something about the sign off.

When we’re from the outside looking in, from the outside.
We’re doing too (to?) much switching, and not getting drunk enough to deal with it, no matter how much we drink; just repeated headaches, and crying, and making our boyfriend upset, in so many ways…logging off of video chat with him, and then logging back on…nobody wishes they were him, at least you shouldn’t; he probably wishes he wasn’t tonight, and he’s the bravest man we know. I wish I loved him, but many of us do, and that’s usually enough…it should be. He is very patient though.
Don’t know what switching means? Read our blogs. Don’t care to to do that? Then don’t, and it doesn’t matter…this Tumblr post is for us, and the people who know us, and do care…we’re sorry we’re not funny tonight, we know we never have to apologize…but sometimes we feel the need. Sometimes we’re a #sadclown…like in our recent painting.
It’s too a hard. This week is too hard, life is too hard.
We/I hope to sleep until Sunday…knowing us, and our inability to sleep (most of us don’t let me sleep as much as I sometimes want), we’ll get 8 whole hours…an unprecedented amount for us (we don’t get to nap unless we’re sick either); I’ll probably just want to lay in bed until we sleep again tomorrow night, but one of us won’t let that happen, if they’re in charge, and I hope they are…I don’t want to be here. Then again we have an appoitnment tomorrow, someone is viewing the house we are selling. I hope we remember…
Sometimes we hate us, as we’re sure others do.
If you’re confused, be unconfused…I’m in no mood to explain. Sorry.
I’ll be going to bed now…so, goodnight, lovely followers…we’ll try to do better tomorrow. Sweet dreams.
~Cassandra (part of Frank et al…for those of you who don’t know me, or the rest of us)
First, I want to reply:
Cassandra, I love you. I know you can't say it back but it's OK. I know you care so much about me, I know you miss me and you want me there with you. I know how much you do for me and for them and I love you for all of that. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you or make me not want to be with you. I have never had doubts about that and I don't now. I certainly don't wish I was someone else, only that I am me, James, your boyfriend, the man that loves you, you all, the man that won't leave you or stop loving you. Stay strong for me Cassandra. Please don't hate yourself. There are horrible people on twitter but what they think really doesn't matter. Many more people love you, all, very much.
To you all: I know how hard things can be for you sometimes, I know how much pain you are in and how much that upsets you, I know you can't always tell me what's going on, I know you don't always know. I know today was so hard for you and you were struggling to cope with it all.
Please don't feel bad for me getting upset. I know you just want me to be with you now, I do too baby, so much and I will be there very very soon. I love you all so much. You are wonderful, amazing and beautiful, to me, to others, for others, and for yourselves. Never doubt it, never let others tell you different (I know that's not an easy thing to do for you).

Back to the post - You see their Tumblr post is signed by Cassandra, they don't know why it was originally signed by Catherine. I have mixed emotions now, I'm happy that my thoughts of Catherine not loving any more may be laid to rest but feel so sad for Cassandra.
The night ended early, they took the laptop to bed and I read them stories till they fell asleep.

I try so hard to be happy for them, they need me to be for me and for them. It's so hard to sit here and see them so upset, in so much pain feeling so helpless. There are things about last night (at the time of writing it's Saturday 10th September) that still bug me. A lot of things I can dismiss, last night was just too personal, too much emotion. I'll get over it. I have to. They love me and I love them and really, what else matters?

[copied from the original location http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/ - he says he edited since we carried it over to here]

Some of the other stuff he's written about us

Saturday, September 10, 2011

'They Are Nine' - James' Blog Post

We got blocked on Twitter, so what better thing to do then import some of our lovely boyfriend blog posts, from the blog he writes about living/being in a relationship with us.

We're drunk...we probably shouldn't import (we probably shouldn't be drunk)...we cried when we read his latest post (What!? We fucking cry...some of us anyway...not all of us...some of us would rather cut you, then cry)...but not at this one, this one didn't make us cry...the other one, that will follow in a couple of days, yes, it made us cry.

Sometimes we hate us as much as other people do. Last night, when taking a "break", we stared in the mirror and told one of us "I hate you". Without knowing much about us, or our disorder, that probably makes less sense, though we know that people who are singular also experience the same self-hate...only one of us does.

Always remember, this blog is never about some fucking pity party, fuck that. It's about showing people what it's like to live with this particular disability...or "disability"; shedding light, creating awareness and acceptance...breaking down intolerance, no matter what the mental disability is...and in this day and age, there are so many. Sometimes it breaks our heart, and sometimes we realize that without the "help" of pharmaceutical companies, most people would be...just people...but we digress.

It's not fun (though sometimes, it is) and it's difficult, us being us. It was less so (difficult) when we were us, without an outside person; but now...he's worth it (to a lot of us); our "outside person" (our boyfriend), for the first time in our life, knows all of us...and is willing to accept us...even the ones who don't like him, and for those of us who love him...it means the world to us.

So, this is one of his latest posts, though not the latest (now that we look at all of his posts, at his blog...there has been many we apparently have decided not to import).

By the way, we did write our own post today...earlier tonight, but whatever.

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I previously wrote a post titled They Are One where I talk about how they are one, how I see them as one, how I love them one. They are "Franky". But in that post I talk about why after spending time with them I felt the need to try and work out which alters were executive. This post is to elaborate on that as I don't think I answered it (at all) very well and because some events recently have highlighted the fact they are nine.

It's been two weeks now since I left them at the airport. It feels like it's been months. It's been incredibly difficult being away from them but I have spent every day trying to sell my flat and raise the ticket money to get back to them, something I, we, are hoping happens very soon. We have been able to have video calls every day which has been wonderful; I really don't know what I would have done without it. I know people coped before and cope now without it but after all the hours before and the time we spent together I couldn't imagine a day without seeing their beautiful face.
I mention this because now, since I did get to know most of them individually, I recognise some of them when we Skype (I'm going to say "Skype" because it's easy and people know what I mean though we recently switched to GTalk Video). I haven't made as big a point in trying to work it out, just when they say or do something that makes it obvious. If I don't know who it is I have not been really trying to work it out; I have been trying to just see them as one again. Having said that, three of them I have recognised - Ivy, Frank and Brooke, though with Brooke the chat was instantly broken off.

Last night (Sunday 4th September) there was another instance of Brooke upsetting them. It started by my mood being very down. They picked up on it and asked what was wrong (as they are good at doing). It was so stupid, after spending the first week flapping about the flat not knowing when or how I was going to get back to them, fearing that it would be nearer 8-12 weeks I have found myself suddenly calm about it. I know I'll be back there soon, I am raising some money, they have offered to help with costs if I need it (I'm hoping to avoid that as their job may come to an end very shortly) and there is no reason at all to doubt it. Because of that, in my head I've put all my efforts and thoughts into finding temporary / casual work and selling my flat. Last night I had also been thinking about the book I'm reading and spent the day thinking about the phone calls I need to make to friends and family and how I need to find a way to see some of them to let them know. It was a culmination of all these things that had got me down. Oh yes, twitter, twitter and some of the people of twitter were seriously pissing me off last night too. This probably more than anything was responsible for my sullen mood. It had all got me down and had been such an emotional day I was drained. So when I was trying to explain all this too them I failed completely to convey what was going on and they thought I was trying to say that I was having doubts. Then Brooke goes in for the kill (bad choice of words) and tells them that that is indeed the case, that I don't want to be with them. They clamp their hands over their ears and are crying. I desperately tried to get them to focus on me but as you can probably imagine, me on Skype vs Brooke in their head with them, I was not going to win. It's hurts to watch and soon it gets too much for them and they ended the call (second time over the last few days). Then Brooke wouldn't let them answer when I tried to call back. It took me a couple of attempts to stop trying and let them try and deal with Brooke in their way, which they were able to do about 30-45 minutes later.

Now, after you've read that, see if you still need to ask me again why I sometimes struggle to see them as one.

What I have managed to (mostly) avoid doing is using names (I called one by their name on two occasions, one of which was last night whilst they were trying to deal with Brooke). I have pushed the boundary a couple of times with a look or stressing words to them and Ivy acknowledged that she knew I knew.
I wrote to them recently again, in private, an email where I said a little something to each of them in turn but on our video calls I've not felt such a need.

And that's maybe an important point. I haven't thought about it yet, I'll write it out and see...
Whilst I have had urges to use names it's not been something that is as big a "need" for me as it was the last few days I was with them. It's helped in part by the fact that for the past several days at least it seems to have been mostly one of two, maybe three. I am aware that there is a lot going on under the surface (behind the eyes maybe a better term) though and that can sometimes mask who it is. But this is about the use of names, there is also the issue of any need to work out who they are even if not to use a name. Again, as I mentioned earlier, I've not tried as hard to do that and with the two or three that have been present I've not had to try. However, just as I am aware it's been mostly one of three that I've been speaking to (I could be wrong of course, but three that it has been obvious to me with) I am aware there are at least 4 others that I haven't that I was expecting... no, more honestly, hoping I'd get to see too (it has only been two weeks though). It was partly because of that that I wrote to them, letting them all know I love them and miss them.

Back to the point of this post, that there are nine and my need to work it out. Guess what, same conclusion as last time, I've pretty much answered it as best I can indirectly with my points above.

Before I was making a huge conscious effort to work out who I was with at any given moment where-as now I'm not. Maybe that's because I'm here, 4000 miles away from them. Maybe it'll be something that I return to when I'm with them again.

No matter how I think about this, the why, it just comes down to one fact. I'm their boyfriend, I lived with them for a month, nearly 24/7 and I'll be living with them again soon, for considerably longer. Even if I didn't try I think I'd eventually learn to recognise specific sets of traits. That and the previously mentioned need to treat them differently.

Going back to the names thing, I am not convinced that they all approve or wish to be called by their name again. I may be mistaken, I only think this because they made a comment a few days ago, one I didn't ask about at the time. There is still the unanswered question / concern about the wisdom of this. The main concern was that it encourages them to want to spend time with me, at least spend time being executive and that's hard on them. When I was there before the last few days were hard because of the amount of switching, brought on by me, us all, wanting the chance to spend time before I had to go. When I go back it will be to start our lives together properly and we will then have all that time to be with each other.

There are nine of them (nine that are known at least). Sam is the only one that too my knowledge I've not spent any time with. Brooke, whilst not spent time with have "seen" and had some indirect interaction with.

There are nine of them. Whilst the rest of the world has no reason to know that, and even less reason to think of Franky as anything other than "Just Call Me Frank" (other than of course to acknowledge that they have DID) I am a part of their life in such a close, intimate way that I see the nine of them.

And from the moment I first learnt about Franky, I wouldn't want it any other way. Some might ask if I'd rather Brooke wasn't about but Brooke is a part of them, they are who they are because of her in some way. And we don't know enough about her yet; she may serve an important part of them. So no, I would not want anything to be different.

Personal comment:
Bethany, Cassandra, Catherine, Emmie, Frank, Ivy, Melody and Sam: You know I love you all. Unconditionally. And you know that if I could I would spend any amount of time with any of you and love that time together. This is so difficult sometimes but we have the rest of our lives together to figure it out. I miss you all so much. I'll be back soon. Stay strong for me and never, ever doubt how I feel about you or how much I want to be with you.

[copied from the original location http://frank-from-the-outside.blogspot.com/ - he says he edited since we carried it over to here]

Some of the other stuff he's written about us.r Stuff from James' Blog