It's our birthday! We just turned 25 years old. That brings with it some impetus to stop and reflect, and I wanted to share said reflections here, to anyone willing to listen to me ramble. This year has for sure been one of the hardest we've ever had to face. Harder than dropping out of high school, harder than hunting for a treatment for my mysterious pain after that, harder than any online relationship I've entered or exited, good or bad, and harder than slaving over a coding project for years and years. I (now we) have had to deal with an awful lot in the last 365 days. At about this time last year, I was comfortably chilling in my personal discord server, enjoying my time with games and such, although crucially I must point out that my wrists had already been failing for quite some time by then, and I would rather cover up the problem with wrist braces. The biggest worry I had to deal with was little online drama things, like inviting someone back there who'd wronged me and mana

Hey again, friends. This isn't the super giant health-related post I promised, that'll have to wait - I think this one is more important and personal for now. Today, we tried to go to a certain pain management clinic. We've been there before, it's the guy who acted smug about tai chi. We don't like him, clearly, but I went solely because I wanted to test if getting more of those "trigger point injections" would help our pain somewhat. The first time, it had helped the same day, because the lidocaine numbed all the pain in the shoulders and neck. It had felt amazing, but it only lasted for about 6 hours. He had said the first time around that we'll have to come back about every 2 months for more trigger point injections, to keep ourselves functional with our fibro. We may not trust or like him, but I wondered if he perhaps said this for a reason? Anyway, that's why I had tried to come here today. I entered the lobby and started signing in on the clipboard. While I was writing, the recep

Hi, different kind of post than usual! I've been wanting to make this post for a while now. This isn't much new stuff, but more like, a reflection in a way? On how much we've learned about ourselves so far.So, in case you missed it, I'm part of a plural system now: I, Eir, am not the original - I was created somehow, in roughly late 2016. Sunny is the original! She is the soul that inhabited the body since it was born, until late 2016.I met Sunny a few months ago. Initially, we didn't know who she was, but she quickly regained form and composure and we learned what happened to us. Now, what did I want to reflect on in this deeply personal weblog post? A few things... Plurality saved our lives What do I mean by this? We would have surely died if not for plurality. We've been discussing the nature of our DID with a very dear friend who knows a lot about autistic people with bad upbringings. We believe we are a traumagenic system caused by our emotionally abusive upbringing and many hea