Autism, identity and dissociation
As the author of 10 published books, an international public speaker and professional autism consultant I’m best known in the autism world. But I have a wide following in the D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and MPD populations too.
It used to be believed that Autism was one thing. But professionals today have acknowledged that autistic withdrawal, autistic encapsulation, autistic development can be underpinned or exacerbated by a wide variety of things – mood, anxiety, compulsive disorders, gut, immune, metabolic disorders, sensory hypersensitivities, sensory perceptual disorders, neurological integration disorders, motor planning disorders, speech and communication disorders.
As an autism consultant I experienced verbal and non-verbal people with autism express issues with gender identity, involuntary avoidance, diversion and retaliation responses, attachment disorders associated with severe sensory perceptual disorders and other selves.
Those with autism are more likely to experience bullying, to be treated as a condition not a child, to have parents divided in their perspective on the child and its autism, to be in classrooms where it is over managed or disliked, to be in frequent respite care, to experience siblings struggling with their autism, to experience family break up and the loss of a carer, and the number of autistic children in children’s homes indicates that many autistic children have also experienced significant neglect, abuse and trauma before going into care and some whilst in care.
DID doesn’t just occur in those who have lived with severe trauma, neglect, abuse or loss. It has been found in those who have never experienced these things and in those who had a dissociated parent, indicating there’s a heritable aspect to dissociation. Whilst dissociation is also a common part of Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), this is commonly mistaken for true DID although those with BPD may be more susceptible to it.
I was assessed as psychotic at the age of 2 in 1965, the same year I dissociated into the first of my other selves – a male self called Willie. The second self developed at age 4 – Carol.
I have diagnoses of language processing disorder, visual perceptual disorder, autism and gut, immune, metabolic disorders. I have been treated for mood, anxiety and compulsive disorders, including PTSD. It was, however, not until this year, 2010 that I was formally diagnosed with D.I.D.
I live with:
- Little Donna, who is the original self. She is tactile, sensory, sensual, gentle and warm.
- Willie, who was fully formed by age 2. He is the warrior, the protector, proud of detachability, resilient, reliable, autonomous, just, serious, logical, methodical, conscientious and a loner.
- Carol, who was fully formed by age 4. She is a generally cheery, theatrical, idiosyncratic, sensitive, emotional, idealistic, romantic, blind optimist and the home of hope.
- Da Boy, who began around age 4 was fully formed by late childhood. He is hedonistic, adventurous, rude, surreal, comical, highly physical and a fighter.
- Aunty Donna, who was fully formed by late childhood. She is quiet, gentle, warm, self sacrificing and takes responsibility for everything. Aunty Donna and Da Boy who were fully formed by late childhood.
- Nobody (Anne, from my middle name LeAnne), who existed around age 4 in parks, gardens, connects to trees, wind, water but disappeared and re-emerged around age 9-11, then at 13, then from 16-18, then, then 26-27, then 36-37, otherwise intermittently since. She is very quiet, warm, highly sensing, empathic, secretive, private, aloof, ethereal.  Unlike Aunty Donna, Nobody (Anne) feels no guilt or responsibility, just empathy. She believes in belonging with, in simply being, and is the main painter and sculptor.
These 6 Donnas are each a complete identity in their own right. There are others who have particular functions:
- Dodds who started at 13 and is the foundation of my interest in journalism.
- Marnie who was the wild child and street kid and was present on and off from age 13-17.
- Dondola who was the Italian self who gained acceptance and food from Italian families otherwise unaccepting of the equality of Anglo Australian girls.
- Shirley/Audrey who was a practical farming woman with the style of Ma Kettle and developed from being sent to the country for respite.
I’d like to hear your stories.
- To those who are functionally non-verbal and use typing, when you type do you have one self wanting to communicate and the other screaming to avoid it? If so, do you experience this as two selves? If so how do you distinguish the two?
- To any autistic adults who had been significantly more autistic but learned to function socially and interactively, to become parents or hold jobs, do you experience a division between the more internal autistic self and the one who has come to function in the external world or are they integrated? If you experience duality or multiplicity, how do you distinguish each?
- To those with the involuntary avoidance, diversion, retaliation responses of Exposure Anxiety, did you rely on dissociation to escape the otherwise crippling degree of your Exposure Anxiety?
- To those with BPD who have other selves. Are these roles or fully developed selves with their own sets of memories, feelings, perspectives and mannerisms?
- To those with DID. How do you feel about integration of the selves? What do you see as the resolution to your DID?
You can find more info at my website http://www.donnawilliams.netincluding my consultation page for DID where I offer online Peer Support.
To any autistic adults who had been significantly more autistic but learned to function socially and interactively, to become parents or hold jobs, do you experience a division between the more internal autistic self and the one who has come to function in the external world or are they integrated?
Absolutely, there is a division. Actually several. There is Celesty who sat in school and aced tests and exams while j-t was screaming from sensory overload. Later she handled job interviews and work. There is me, Pyraxis, who can be aggressive and competent in the business world when Celesty becomes dysfunctionally self-sacrificing. Then there is Lin, who doesn’t act directly but holds the most planning intelligence and gives advice.
If you experience duality or multiplicity, how do you distinguish each?
Roughly by style of thought and philosophy. Those who know me IRL distinguish them by facial expression.
To those with the involuntary avoidance, diversion, retaliation responses of Exposure Anxiety, did you rely on dissociation to escape the otherwise crippling degree of your Exposure Anxiety?
Again, absolutely. I-Pyraxis am not really an artist or a writer, but I can discuss the meaning of our artwork dispassionately and give as good as I get in professional critiques. J-t is both artist and writer but crippled. She and I have had enough conflict that she rarely feels safe enough to create when I’m around, forcing me to take technical jobs until the day I’ve learned to manage the division. Then there is Daria, who was born in fiction and can deal with both creativity and fear, but is almost nonverbal.
thank you for your story. I guess the thing is some people with autism move forward cohesively, others are compartmentalised with skills in boxes cut off from the rest of self. I know when I learn something it is common I have to constantly relearn it in any new situation. So the autistic tendency to compartmentalisation may well predispose some of us to multiplicity, especially under extreme circumstances or where the functioning level required of us for survival is beyond what is achievable for the whole. Dissociation is also a natural identity manifestation of being ‘mono’ versus multi-track as each self functions in isolation to the others. So again, being mono by nature would have honed the cognitive structures underpinning potential for dissociation. The other ingredient is of course severe chronic stress, which in the case of Exposure Anxiety is internally manifested and externally triggered.
warmly,
Donna *)
Hi Donna,
Thanks for the answer, and really for your honesty in general. I agree about the compartmentalization.
Can I ask what led you to be diagnosed with DID after all this time? I haven’t been diagnosed; actually I had one professional tell me that I didn’t have it. But I still find multiple selves a very useful system for understanding and growing. It’s difficult to explain the impairment, when I appear to function well and I’m not out as autistic.
Awa uza (which means something like, may your essence be beautiful),
Pyraxis
First of all, Thank You Donna!
I am an only child. My Dad was very violent (no alcohol or drugs). I was verbal and considered “gifted”, never diagnosed with anything else until adulthood when the best guess is that I do have mild Asperger’s. (I also have PTSD.) Besides the violence, there was some isolation and we moved a lot, so I didn’t get socialized.
As far as I know, I’ve never officially split, it’s more like I carry my personaliities around with me, inside of me. Currently it seems that I have 3 basic modes, 2 of whom talk to each other, the little girl and the Mother.
The little girl, who I would guess is the real me, is perfectly fine with being quiet and doing her own thing with little human interaction. I have conversations with her almost every day (as the Mother). I can tell when I’ve been in this mode because I have trouble responding to people when they talk to me. I’m usually much more content in this mode than any other.
There is a hateful/hardened teenager who I first became aware of when it was acknowledged that I probably fit somewhere in the autistic spectrum, around the age of 40. She was furious with a society that would label people according to appearances and not being able to attend parties, etc. I had a very hard time controlling her when first diagnosed, it took a great deal of energy out of me to keep her from exploding. That’s been 6 or 7 years ago and she doesn’t show up very much anymore, but I don’t want to lull myself into believiing she’s gone. I think maybe she has mellowed a bit, perhaps matured.
There is Mother me, who nurtures everybody else but myself, this is my main mode.
There is also someone who I don’t know by any name/label. She’s the one who puts on a front to deal with society, usually to be cheerful in other people’s presence, when I’m really feeling a lot of grief, but also to pretend to act like everyone else to pass. Lately, the little girl me has become aware of this entity and gets saddened and disgusted that I have to put on this front. (I think the child me might be evolving a bit.) This entity malfunctioned several years ago but seems to be rebuilding with the Mother mode, perhaps joining, I don’t know. It may be that the child me is evolving and I am integrating more within myself.
There used to be an oversexed me. It disappeared several years ago.
Some people think there is a boy me, but I’m not consciously aware of one.
I know that I have more trouble keeping myself together when I have to be around people who insist I act “normal”. The more I stay away from social persons, the better off I am. However, I do have an inherent need to be a part of something bigger than myself, which is difficult. It would be much easier if I didn’t care/didn’t want to.
When I’m with people who don’t care about appearances, who don’t care if I don’t chitchat or eat at table with them (as in we just have finger food snacks or picnic), I feel more like myself and have a good time. Sadly, those types of gatherings are nearly non-existent.
I am very worried about the children these days who are diagnosed and forced to learn how to be “normal”. I know that I learned to do certain things because my parents terrorized me into them. At some point it all fell apart and I couldn’t pretend anymore. I don’t know what will happen to these kids as adults if they are hiding themselves away to please parents and others to appear “normal”.
I had a routine follow up with an unfamiliar shrink to monitor my Seroquel. The shrink had never met me and basically rang Willie’s alarm bells so he was met by Willie who was in rather formal, detached, somewhat Alexithymic ‘let’s get this routine appointment over with’ mode. The shrink asked about background and Willie delivered it like an emotionless list. The shrink said he felt I was dissociated and asked if I had other selves.
I was seen by psych and guidance from age 5-12 through primary school (labeled ‘disturbed’). I saw a shrink aged 16-18 who ended up helping me as a ‘welfare case’, then a psychologist for a year at 22 and then an educational psychologist at 26-27 who saw Willie and Carol as means by which I functioned with overwhelming anxiety and circumstances, another for six months at age 34 who felt I was experiencing past lives (that didn’t help) and a hypnotherapist/psychologist when I was 36 who I saw until 40 who dx’d me with PTSD (and saw Carol and Willie as part of the PTSD). So this was the first formal dx with DID. I’m working through it with a psychiatric social worker.
My stories?
There is my internal identity, which feels whole and intact…if somewhat trapped inside…what I think of as my ‘autistic identity’…one that does feel seperate from my ‘functioning’ identity…This identity used to feel lost to me as if stuffed into my deep sub-conscious beneath all the personas below…and more recently as I started to explore my autism more, there but trapped below exposure anxiety…
There was the tough girl, tattoed and who hung out with bikers in her late teens, who fears no one or nothing…who at that time was the dominant persona or full fledged identity…who drunk and smoked and told the world to ‘f**k off’…She comes out sometimes now in certain situations. An example being, until the end of last year I lived in a very rough neighbourhood with all manner of crime and gangs around our home…the tough girl emerged whenever I passed the gang boys on the street or at the park…the tough girl told off the tough gang boys…the tough girl emerged with tattoes and shoulders back and attitude…the tough girl showed no fear of boys over six feet tall (I’m only little) and spoke gang language…And the gang boys never gave ME any problems!
(Whilst they broke into other peoples homes, tagged their cars and scared people)
There was the ‘nerdy academic girl’ with a straight A extremely high grade average and a first class graduate degree. The nerdy girl can solve any intellectual problem and read complex theory and produce outstanding ‘original’ academic work. The nerdy girl was a new age funky nerd who dresses ‘alternative’ and speaks with words most people don’t understand. She was my university persona.She also comes out more in certain situations when I feel threatened…in particular when dealing with ‘government institutions’…she instantly kicks in and remembers all the policy details of benefit entitlements when a person at the welfare
office refuses an application for financial assistance…she tends to behave in those times like a lawyer. I’m now looking at training as a ‘advocate’ for people on benefits…the nerdy girl is so assertive, brainy and good at arguing the case for the underdog even those working in institutions such as welfare have suggested advocacy as a career!
There was the environmentalist/hippy/spiritual being…who doesn’t eat meat and buys only ‘ethical’ products but mostly doesn’t buy consumer products…who became a vego at age 11, who was recycling long before other people were…who grows organic veges and has read almost every new age spiritual book around…she’s a big part of who I actually am. Now days the ‘persona’ is mostly gone and the beliefs and practices of being vego and green are aspects of my identity.
There was the heavy metal chick who drunk bourban and head banged all night…there was the wife who played house and made husbands lunch…
Theres been many many personas. When I was younger I used to just ‘be’ them, they didn’t have names but did behave and feel in certain ways.
Now I feel all of the characteristics of the different personas are me. They combine somewhat into a cohesive identity… as a person who can be tough if someone tryed to mug me…as a person who is intellectual, highly qualified and able to understand government policy, legal documents etc…as a person who quietly lives a eco-friendly life in the day to day…as a person who likes heavy metal sometimes and isn’t afraid to jump around with young heavy metal listeners…as a person who writes poetry as a hobby…etc etc
I’m definitly very fragmented to those looking on the outside! But to me, it actually feels quite natural to pull out parts of the multiple aspects of my identity through roles in different situations. In the past I would like in one particular identity for weeks, or months or years. Now, the strong identity personas seem mostly gone…I’m not simply a person with a range of personality characteristics which exist mostly all of the time.
The process of creating a cohesive identity was slow, over about 5 years…I experienced much anxiety, dissassociation, at times feeling like multiple identies were competing to overide the other, alot of exposure anxiety, a couple of mental breakdowns where I completly shut down and felt without an identity at all…a blankness…or utter uncontrollable emotional reactions…much crying.
Intergrating my internal, hidden identity with my day to day external identity is my current challenge. It feels like I’m trying to slide the quiet, sensual, poetic and unique perspective of autisms into the ‘normal’ me. It makes me disassociate sometimes.
I was just watching your utube vid…I should point out that, my tough girl emerged after being raped…my nerdy girl emerged in my first year at university trying to find a ‘group’ to socialise with…
Yes, I do feel for me that my personas were reactions to trauma, stress and other peoples expectations of who I should be or as a way to hide who I was on the inside.
I know that they were also reactions to the various states mood disorder creates…I tend to agree with you theories about this. The times when I disassociate can also be in reaction to sensory overload, or emotional overload, or difficulty intergrating. The times I split when I was young were in reaction to physical abuse such as rape, being hit. The times of shut down or complete disconnection were as a child often reactions to being bullied because I didn’t understand what was going on. And so on.
I thought for a long time that the personas were not ‘me’ but in intergrating it was then that I noticed they were ‘exagerated’ forms of different aspects of my personality…they were magified…now they watered down.
If someone were to try to hit me now…chances are I would react as tough girl but without disassociation…now it’s more like me allowing a side of my personality to react…
Hi Paula,
Willie emerged after a combination of losing the Welfare sister who had become my main carer from 6mths- 2yr together with ritualised sexual abuse by a visitor to the house when I was 2. Carol emerged after the loss of both carers in a week – my grandparents. Da Boy and Aunty Donna emerged in response to being left as main carer for my younger brother when I was about 9-11 and escalated extreme domestic violence in the house and seeing animals killed. Da Boy and Dondola were all adaptations to homelessness. Marnie was a response to rape at age 12 and 14.
Whilst I acknowledge your experiences and validate them, my dissociation is not like roles. In my case each has lost huge chunks of time, gets confused or distressed at the clothes or things others have bought or gathered, have been utterly contradictory with some ok with touch and others not at all, and a pretty extreme gender divide. Whilst some were around more years than others, the splitting occurred anywhere from minutes to days to weeks apart but it wasn’t like roles where a self would be there largely to the exclusion of others. I began to hear them internally (their voices were never external) either through flashbacks, songs, stored phrases or feeling their emotion running alongside that of the one present at the time.
When the splitting was frequent and low key it wasn’t too different to the usual stuff of Exposure Anxiety, Rapid Cycling and ADHD. But as the splitting episodes became lengthier and the issues making them more high volume, I could feel the division, the splitting. Until recently though each hadn’t realised they were only a ‘time share’ and each thought all would be better when the others left. Also until recently Carol identified several as Willie which Willie didn’t experience as himself. And vice versa. Which caused a lot of confusion and internal division. But becoming conscious of them all has been harrowing to say the least. Each has valued memories and then incredible PTSD chasms which the others have lead each to face. So its tough. The hardest part is feeling isolated in a world that has so many myths about DID.
Hi Donna,
I too validate and acknowledge your experiences.
What I wrote about was my story of now…and the more recent years…go back further in my life…there were times when they were more than personas or roles. They are personas and roles now and have been for some time. Earlier…yip they were identities. I used to split. Perhaps not to the same degree as yours or others experiences…but to use your term…perhaps it’s all degrees and frequencys.
I may have a stable whole identity now…and roles etc…I didn’t years ago.
I bet becoming conscious has been harrowing…and isolating.
You’re amazing for managing it…
Do you think Carol and Willie and the others could become more like roles in time? How’s the splitting/disassociation now with further awareness?
What is your hope and future story?
I do feel I have stable whole identitIES. Each one doesn’t feel like a role and its values and perspectives are not ‘out of a packet’ so to speak. Like it’s very hard to find someone like each of them. They are relatively compartmentalised in the sense one is sensory, one intellect, one emotion and hope, one sensing and magic, one pragmatism, one humor… so it is more like DEPARTMENTS sheared off but those then evolved not as roles but as selves. Willie saw Carol as a series of roles but when she’s here, wow, isn’t he wrong. Where he’s relatively schizoid, she is so whole in her capacity to feel, to hope, to fall in love that she is far from being a role. And whilst Da Boy is the home of characterisations (Willie thought that was part of Carol) Da Boy has his own needs and wants that have nothing to do with that… fishing, cycling, camping, not at all easily pinned to any role.
It’s been PTSD city. Because whilst each has their havens, valued memories, each seems to have emerged from something pretty majorly harrowing or left when something just as harrowing happened and was left to one of the others. So consciousness means understanding that whole tapestry and its sad. My father said that Nobody Nowhere only told 10% of the horror and it’s clear that as disclosing as it was, the most extreme events are between the lines. I don’t think they’ll all become roles in time. At present each is reporting on their own lives and the misrepresentations and misunderstandings of the others. Each is resolving internal clashes and conflicts – the male versus female, what is love, what is family, battles with clothing and hair and belongings, battles with the right to value memories which hold keys to trauma for each other, the right to value friends and connections irrelevant or distressing to each other, the right to value their own interests and abilities and not have their things hidden, thrown away, boxed up, given away etc, the right to put their own desires and plans into the diary to have whoever is present at that time follow them through regardless. I’m working on finding middle grounds, things at least several can share and value, asking those who can’t to stretch their tolerance and empathy to allow things (like having Willie accept not to demolish Carol’s things and Carol not to shred Willie’s pages). Often at best only 3 will agree and feel comfortable with something… its usually a male-female divide, but Da Boy, who is the one who identifies as a gay man in a woman’s body can at least take both Willie’s side and that of Carol. There’s also a big divide between the pragmatic, detached selves, like Willie and Shirley who struggle with frivolity and ‘girl stuff’ and those who can accept it. So still working on bridges. My hope is that the islands will have all manner of bridges and come closer to each other so they become steps in real time not time warps and switching with its constant disorientation and functioning challenges.
Thanks Donna. I really appreciate your honesty and replying to my questions.
The future sounds full of hope for all of ‘yous’.
DID is very difficult to understand from the ‘outside’. I recall reading a book about the experiences of what was referred to as MPD last year…the stories of two individuals living with their multiple identities…with one person attempting to create one identity by eradicating their multiple identities, whilst the other person choose to live with their multiple identities but with one being in charge of the others. It seemed to me, from the outside that both choices were perfectly acceptable and ultimately worked for both people. Regardless, it seems a very difficult/stressful journey in a world of misunderstanding.
I certainly don’t confess to understand what it is like to have several independent identities which a fully formed and functional selves in their own right.
BUT, as always I consider all variations of humans valid. It seems to me that if a person can be aware of each of their selves and each of the selves is a whole functioning identity…then there is the potential to live in harmony. If one can help heal the PTSD etc of each self, then perhaps in could also be a stress free way to live.
May I ask a couple more questions:
Is there also a Donna? Who is independent of the others?
Do your different selves switch randomly? Or is there patterns?
Do you desire to have just one ‘self’?
Do you think you can be all of you ‘selves’ without stress, confusion etc?
With kindness and warmth,
Paula
This is a little more of my ‘stories’.
I spent years studying identity in academia,
perhaps because mine did not fit
with any form of ‘normal’ or ‘label’…
Even as a psych patient,
they couldn’t find a label———-to fit,
perhaps because I did fit
parts of many of them,
It seems I have had experiences
and some of the ‘symptoms’
of a great many disorders…
Yes, for me disassociation has been many things. It can be a minute or two, a sensation of being sucked into a nothingness, blankness in reaction to overloading or emotional upset…which I can come back from if I really try…NOW.
It can feel like I’m almost about to ‘split’ to some extent (from what I’ve read about ‘splitting’…into what can feel like another person attempting to step out through a place inside of me…like someone else trying to take over…
When I disassociate NOW I get a sensation like I’m almost about to shift into something else…but not…there tends to be a feeling of internal discomfort like my body is fighting on the inside…(It’s very difficult to explain)…and a strange sensation of another ‘being’ attempting to take over. In these times I rest, concentrate on my breathing/ relaxing, focus on the ‘present’ and it dies down and goes away.
For years I had all sorts of memory gaps of certain years of my life…in particular 1996 when I was a psych inpatient…the time the notes in my files report of visible disassociation. Over the years bit and pieces of more and more memories come to me…from what I can match up, there seems like there were times when I must of ‘split’. I recall feeling at times like a completely different person from moment to moment…I remember wondering if I had a ‘split personality’.
It seems that hypothetically that at the time I may of have had hours or days or months of swinging between different identities…but I don’t think they ever completely formed into ‘selves’. I recall I had no awareness of disassociating and splitting…from the outside it is reported I would disassociate and then seem a completely different person. I used to get different voices in my mind calling my name…’Paula, Paula, Paula’ over and over at times. The calling of my name did not feel like it was coming from ‘outside’ but like another ‘me’ talking to ‘me’. Which is how I described it to the professionals. At the time I felt like there were more than one ‘me’ on the inside. I was assessed for psychosis…the professionals had no real answers…they tried all sorts of anti-psychotic meds etc (but that’s another story).
My experiences don’t seem to fit neatly into either borderline, DID, psychosis…but seem to have some watered down aspects of some of the aspects of all. I know myself to be a person with a whole identity now, who uses persona’s and roles in a controlled manner…and who has an identity that is very eccentric and multiple to others. Mine seems a postmodern identity that is like a complex multi-colored map…which stable consistent underlying beliefs, values as the paper.
Maybe in time I’ll understand exactly what was happening in my identity and with those moments of ‘complete unaware disassociation’. My theory is that I was on the verge of DID, but it didn’t take hold because I was in my twenties and I already had a stable whole identity on the inside.
Thank you Donna, for sharing your stories as always. I’ve never had the courage to tell this one before. For many years I’ve felt shame that I had perhaps has a ‘visit’ into a place near that of DID…have battled the shame in the belief that whatever my experiences were…they don’t make me a ‘bad’ person.
Which I do believe. To have a multi-layed complex identity filled with roles is not necessarily wrong or dysfunctional. To be a person with multiple selves does not equate to wrong or bad or necessarily dysfunctional. I think what is important is that all people are supported in the pain, hurt, stress, disorientation, isolation, confusion…of whatever identity journey they are traveling…and to be validated for the challenges of negotiating unusual identity ‘spaces’.
There is Little Donna who first dissociated around age 2 but because she kept returning she can speak and drive and read and type. But it is clear that part of my mind has had less experience running the body because it is the most dyspraxic. It’s parking shows very little sense of visual context and reading is harder for that part than any of the others. There’s also Leanne who is sort of an adult version of Little Donna but the two are divided and have been present for extremely different chunks of life. So Leanne has virtually no personal experience of the rooms I lived in growing up. She existed in the gardens, the parks, the back yard etc, so the issues of Little Donna are completely separate to those of Leanne who only theoretically experiences knowing she’s related to my family, so much so their members have often just fallen off the radar. I’m pretty sure Leanne was the one who would wake up after fugues in my 20s and have only a vague sense of where she lived. Also Willie has been the most present and organisational, so in many ways became a stronger self than the two Donnas.
Unfortunately they switch randomly, but mostly I can trust whoever is there to not completely sabotage what they arrived in. There’s a good set of ground rules. Like whatever is in the diary must be done regardless of who is there. If the one present struggles too much with the activity switching tends to happen anyway.
Certain foods, smells, colours, patterns, music etc have triggered switching. Other times it can be things like shame, guilt, fear, overstimulation, closeness, information overload, Exposure Anxiety, any of which can trigger switching, or things like maths where some selves can barely do maths and others have honed the skill or one will stare at words waiting for them to mean something and the impatience of others will trigger another to jump in and break down the task without embarrassment then disappear just as quickly leaving me stunned the task was done or how.
Each self dreamed one day it would be THE one and the others would leave. Recently each have been able to be preconscious whilst each of the others are running the body and this has lead to each having deep grief to learn they were each in fact only ‘time shares’ and the best any would have of their hopes and dreams was to have their wants listed and scheduled and hope they might be present at that time or take solace one of the others would agree to follow through. So, for example, Aunty Donna went shopping for some of the others, Carol weeded the garden bed for Shirley, Willie hand stitched a repair for Carol who kept watching it not done. I call the whole lot Team Donna. I guess if there’s to be a whole self it’d be a team which can experience each other and adapt and operate as a relative whole.
There is a lot of stress and confusion as each competes or has distress at each others actions or belongings. So today Da Boy brought home a red rug from the hard rubbish (he LOVES scroungeing) and proudly rolled up the existing blue rug and put it on the floor. And inside there was agitation and anxiety from two because one was afraid the blue rug would now get given away and the other because there were hunters in the picture on the rug and they are still dealing with PTSD from watching animals killed. Then others try and calm the chaos and you get a mess, with one not wanting its find thrown out, another wanting the room restored, another needing proof the rug won’t mean we accept the torture and killing of animals, another just wanting to leave the house. So it sort of works like that. Luckily not 24-7 but it usually means I’ll find myself in another room wondering how I got there and essentially switching happened and I lost a bit of time.
Thanks Donna. You describe your experiences in world so clearly and well.
Sounds like team Donna could come to live together in harmony. The lossing time must be a complete annoyance!
Does sound stressful in many ways…
Are there moments when it’s not stressful or difficult? Must work ok at times too?
(It’s interesting having these conversations. I had one with a more typical persons today and they were describing how describing these sorts of things is really stressful for them and how understanding ‘not-typical’ types was utterly difficult. What I found interesting in that conversation for me was that I find it the opposite. I may understand other peoples experiences of mind difference from exact same personal experience …but i certainly don’t find it stressful or difficult if people share their stories or details of their experiences.Quite the opposite)
there are hours, sometimes a day where there’s close to Team Donna functioning as one person. There are also hours, a day, sometimes 3 days, used to be sometimes up to 3-6 months where one particular self dominated so life was fairly cohesive. But toward the end there’d be losing and arriving back in body, losing time, or walking along with that one’s feelings and thoughts but experiencing those of another competing in the preconsciousness… so its like when you get an earworm whilst you’re already thinking, doing, speaking… except its someone else feeling intense agitation, shame, guilt, fear, glee, crying or in anguish and it starts playing alongside whatever you’re thinking, feeling, doing, so it is very much like being ‘psychic’ and experiencing ghosts, except they are split off selves, not ghosts.
I also think there’s parallels with OCD and Exposure Anxiety where in OCD you know you don’t want to repeat that pattern another time but the OCD screams inside until you do, threatening that if you don’t something bad will happen, so even though you know you don’t want to and don’t consider the OCD your self, you do its bidding and then it takes the lead and you’re in the background trying to get your body back which its on a bender repeating patterns… so that’s a division of selves in a sense. And with Exposure Anxiety you can desperately want the toilet but as you go to go, the EA self avoids it, then you get a grip back over the body 30 min later and try again, then it diverts you into something unrelated, you come back an hour later and try again and if you get to go, then the EA self is retaliating with a feeling of self directed rage just because you did what you wanted to do whilst it was driven to ‘protect’ you through avoidance, diversion, retaliation… So I had Tourette’s tics, OCD and EA and each rob you of control of the body, split you into self version condition, and that is not only akin to DID but I think it sets up the cognitive foundations for it so under the wrong circumstances – bingo – and DID adds to the mix.
yip, it all makes sense. There do seem parallels between OCD, EA etc. Makes sense how it can set up the foundations for DID.
I wonder how all these types of experiences affects ones sense of understanding reality? It often feels to me as if those of us with all sorts of mind differences going on are experiencing a completely different reality to other people.
I definitely feel my “parts” as I call them are not roles, they are separate entities who also like in this body. I used to think I was possessed by demons and that was a terrifying thought. If anyone is interested, you can read about my experience in my book In and Out of Ice/Glass that is a part of my blog site:
http://sarahsmithetal.blogspot.com/
As for integration….
I don’t know how I feel about today. In the back of my mind since finishing “Switching Time” I’ve been thinking about what INTEGRATION means to me…. does it mean all of us becoming ONE???? I sat in the car and thought about the collage I made, with all of us by the waterfall (except Rae – she was off in the darkness drowning.) I really focused on that collage, and there was Sarah, thinking about the collage as “I” was thinking about the collage. And then I looked out the window at the trees and the grass and the homes we were passing, and there was Sarah looking at the trees and the grass and the homes. We’ve had what I believe is co-consciousness before, but this time it was really intense. It was really “co.” So I think about “integration” and how that maybe is taking co-consciousness a step farther, where there is not a “co” but rather the lines between the parts are erased and there is only a consciousness, and instead of two there is one. I know that sounds simple and anyone could understand those words, hell, I understand those words. Logically. Emotionally and in a very real sense it baffles me. I understand, but I don’t “know.” That’s the essence of this whole DID thing, I guess. There are many many things I understand. Logically. But the emotional “knowing” is kept separate and so I don’t have that full knowledge of things. That’s why I feel like I don’t really LIVE sometimes, like my life is only a shadow on this planet. I wonder if INTEGRATION would make me feel alive???? I just don’t know – I would like to think I would feel alive, but it scares me like a death. I don’t ever ever ever want anyone inside to die.
hi, donna—
i did wonder if there could be a link between DID–even if in some ways indirect—and autism spectrum. the rate of bullying is so high, the trauma of having to adapt to a confusing world so severe, and the noted “naivete/gullibility” can lead to further exploitation and abuse. on top of this, many on the spectrum are gifted, and this does seem to increase the probability of did when severe trauma is present.
my own internal “jury” isn’t out yet, on whether i am DID or not. (i’m definitely NLD and most likely AS.) i do have internal personalities or compartments which may be fragments. i don’t lose time, but my abilities do shift dramatically at times. i’ve also tried to overdose, and found these attempts were less than successful. (apparently it’s not so easy for those with did to overdose—at least i’ve read this.)
i’m not sure where i’m going with this. i guess i just needed to say it. my personalities haven’t been active–in my awareness—for some times (so i often assume they’re the result of my imagination.) but this re-awakens the possibility. ( sometimes i kind of miss them. 🙂
i hope this doesn’t split up the ongoing conversation. just sort of a side note.
I’m sorry Rae was off drowning. My view is that even some of the most Sociopathic of selves may well be that way because they were tortured, thrown to the street where they were used, abused, raped. Just because they derailed and went feral and incurred the rejection, fear, shame, hatred of all other selves, only welcoming them home (with ground rules) could begin to heal them and without that rejection within the self only leaves them waiting to sabotage.
Yes, I’ve experience co-consciousness… between Willie and Little Donna looking out through his eyes, with Aunty Donna with Carol looking out through hers. I guess if you haven’t ever had that, it must sound weird as hell. It is definitely like being haunted, having a ghost there, and I’m so glad I’m over that fear that some were ghosts etc.
I also totally relate to the emotionally detached Schizoid parts, the parts that monitor, or rescue, but can’t feel for the realities of any of the other selves, often not even for their own. Hence they have knowing but not feeling for events some of the others have full, even overwhelming feeling for. It is hard for those parts to easily be sure they’re alive, if they’ve survived things, if they feel like a machine or computer and the others feel so much. But the Schizoid or emotionally detached selves have usually been left to handle the worst events, that splitting occurred at the crux of these, so they may have far fewer valued memories, work more like recording devices, and whilst they may be more likely to have severe Reactive Attachment Disorder, they are the ones most likely to shun love and kindness and the most in need of small digestible kindnesses to ‘melt the ice’ so to speak.
Integration… Willie thought we had that because he’d linked co-operatively with Little Donna and from it, Anne (adult Donna) emerged feeling relatively safe from that union and Aunty Donna to develop further. But his version of integration involved workaholism and ‘laws’ which kept Carol and her exuberant string (Da Boy, Marnie) so his version of integration left half of the Team in exile so they were breaking through, being medicated, breaking through, being apologised for… anyway, integration has to be done in small steps by each, open heartedly finding who they can make healthy relationships to and without choosing favorites. Only then does it mean nobody is exiled. I can tell you that nobody dies. Carol symbolically buried Willie… didn’t kill him. Willie denied Carol’s existance as a whole self. Didn’t stop her waiting to come back and 20 years later finding herself so encouraged to exist (through the band) that Willie was powerless to stop her reemergence. So the fear of death is real for sure, but the reality is that selves don’t die even if invalidated, ignored, their belongings discarded, their lives altered to block their reemergence etc… they wait. They were designed for SURVIVAL from events far bigger than internal fears, shames, hatreds, divisions, and they reemerge when there are cracks between the bars that closed them out.
Do some kids with autism have emotional breakdowns? Yes. Repeatedly? Yes. Are some personalities and backgrounds more susceptible? Probably. Once diagnosed as autistic (or in the 60s/70s ‘disturbed’, ‘psychotic’, ‘retarded’) are these breakdowns deemed ‘the autism’? Yes. Are there autistic children, teens, adults who developed Catatonic stupor or Catatonic excitability which was deemed ‘the autism’ becoming more severe? Yes. Did some autistic children develop PTSD? Yes. Does inability to forget contribute to PTSD. Yes. Did some develop PTSD merely from the imprisonment of severe co-morbids, severe communication disorders, severe sensory perceptual disorders which were not helped, understood, or healthily managed? Yes. Can severe ongoing PTSD lead to Anhedonia, derealisation, dissociation? Yes. Could it run so deep as to cause fugues, dissociative amnesias? Possibly. Something as severe as DID? I’ve personally met others with autism diagnosed with PTSD and some with DID.
I’m sorry you’ve had suicidal parts of you and hope you can connect with, help them and counsel them. Extreme shifts in abilities can happen in things like epilepsies, gut, immune, metabolic disorders but also in a dyspraxic uncoordinated brain. Losing time is part of DID but it can be difficult to tell that from ADHD or Ultra Rapid Cycling Bipolar and interestingly one of the symptoms of DID is a range of co-morbids (because the severe stress may manifest differently in different selves).
I don’t think selves are something we go looking for. I think if we go looking for them then we probably don’t have DID. I do think in Borderline Personality Disorder there’s an interest in ‘roles’ so those with BPD may manage poor identity development and emotionality by indulging in roles and imagining they are other selves. But that’s not the same as DID (although one could have both).
If they are breaking through, snatching time, doing things the others are then left to try and deal with, that’s DID. Those who live with DID know its not ‘interesting’ itself harrowing, challenging, may cause significant shame, alienation and feelings of stigma because if its acute it is experienced as mental illness.
Thank you for your comments, Donna. I really appreciate your blog, your experiences, and your understanding.
Hello,
I know this is a little late, but yes, I’m also a person with HFA (I also have ADD, OCD, mild tics, and several allergies), and I’ve had dissociative symptoms at least since late childhood, but I don’t think I have multiple personalities. I have what I believe is chronic depersonalisation/derealisation (undiagnosed), which basically means I’m watching life from the backseat *all the time* instead of living it. It’s like being caught in an endless dream you can’t wake up from. There is always a huge wall, or veil between me and reality. For huge parts of my life, I’ve just been a functioning facade without me being really there. “I”‘m just a copy and paste facade to the world – I become whoever I talk to or spend time with, I use their voice and their words and even their interests to communicate – I’m not doing it consciously, it just happens, I have never learned any other way of interacting with other people, I don’t know how to interact “as myself” at all – (well I don’t say much anyway)…which means finding the “me” in there is hard, even for myself. For a long time I have wondered if there IS an original me in there at all (gods, I didn’t even know if I liked the things in my flat, or if I just got them because somebody else liked them), but I today think there is someone it there. The dp has lifted a bit since going on a gluten and casein free diet, far from gone, but I can feel “me” shining through the cracks sometimes. “I”‘m sometimes in the movement of my hand, in the big- happy-cat-noises I make to express joy or comfort, in sqeeing with joy seing shiny sparkly stuff, in such tiny things. A bit of “me” is in these words, “me” wants them to be written, although the words themselves might be borrowed. I haven’t really found my own voice so far.
I think all of this is coping mechanism terribly gone wrong which enabled me to get through mainstream school, through university, even even find and keep a job – being a functional on the surface.
But I hope to find ways to get rid of it one day, even if it means becoming more visibly autistic or nonverbal. I believe it’s worth it.
If you, or anyone, have suggestions how to find ways to interact as “me”, I’d be very happy to hear them.
shadow
Hi Shadow,
I can understand your letter as I’ve known some people who experienced similar. Like you they felt trapped in a movie. One I knew spent his whole life merging with whoever he was with, then disoriented again as he moved on to the next person. That is apparently common in Borderline, but I’m sure it may also happen in those of certain cultures which fixate on functioning at the expense of identity, or impose a one size fits all so called ‘normal personality’ on a child, invalidating their own one as not ‘function’, even ‘too autistic’.
Those with Borderline have very poorly developed identity but in a sense that IS their identity… they are shape shifters, that IS their self. Anhedonia and Alexithymia can also make it very hard for people to find an emotional self and so they depend on rote and copy. One of my selves, Willie, has always been quite detached, able to feel injustice, practical caring, a sense of organisation, but otherwise feeling personally about anything was incredibly hard. Yet someone like Little Donna feels joy, glee, attachment to certain patterns, colors, textures, sounds none of which were modeled by anyone else. Certainly if one is semi stoned or brain starved via things like gluten or casein intolerance, body feedback and processing emotions could be impaired so one could feel like one is become more alive once that’s addressed. L-Glutamine 2000mg for 30 days might switch some lights on too.
Because I had Exposure Anxiety I was compelled to avoid, divert and retaliate against my own expression, but on my own I still knew who I was. Carol and Aunty Donna were the best ‘pleasers’ and as such masters of self denial, but still though Aunty Donna would give the world away in a blink and Carol would smile and giggle and mirror people’s wants, each has their own deep traumas, treasures, secrets, perspectives and pivotal childhood histories. They have selves. The problem with DID is not lack of a strong self, it is that several strong selves have developed in a decentralised chaos so they switch like a broken gear box. Because there’s no ONE self, answering to one name can feel strange, as if the name belongs to someone else or like it would be wrong to answer to it. My mother had to use violence to get me to come to my own name by the age of 10. I remember whispering it at the mirror and waiting to feel like a Donna, but there was an ‘I’, just generally not one that related to that name and all that went with it.
Regarding how to interact as a feeling self I guess I’d say 1) a mind can’t feel, don’t be cerebral in pursuit of emotions. 2) getting a body and befriending it is central to interacting as a feeling self 3) finding a feeling self may mean learning to trust self and one’s own company and coming out to yourself long before you start to exercise that in interaction with others.
One of the books you might find some answers in is Like Colour To The Blind which is partly about telling self from non-self in Alexithymia.
All the best.
Donna *)
Hi,
thank you for your answer. First of all, sorry I’m not very good at expressing myself, and sometimes have a hard time reading and understanding what I just wrote, so there may be many typos and/or unfinished sentences in there even if I re-read what I write.
I definately don’t have Borderline, but yes, I grew up in a family where being nonfunctional was not really an option, and me being unable to tell anyone how much my OCD made me suffer (did have it very badly as a young teenager) didn’t help either.
I feel that while DID is a vertical split (one personality into several), DP/DR, which is as far as I know also part of the dissociation “spectrum”, is a horizontal split, between your self and the world, both happening for similar reasons.
As I said, I’m not very good at explaining what’s on my mind, and I probably didn’t get across very well what I wanted to say. It’s often very difficult to translate what “I” think.
In the past, up well into my mid-twenties I wasn’t very aware of my feelings, but through therapy and much patience, I am very aware of my emotions now. What I wrote about not even knowing if I like the things in my house just applied to me until maybe 5 years back, today it’s very different.
All “I” am is emotion and intelligence, I *do* have an emotional self, but I’m very much like a complex computer program which just doesn’t have a user interface. I’m in there, but I don’t have many “own” expressions (but I’m trying very hard to find them), and I still feel cut off from experiencing reality the way I should, the way I remember it from early childhood. I still lack almost all connection to my body, only sometimes I feel I’m really *in* a movement, that a movement is really *mine* (which is also quite new, I wasn’t able to do that just a year ago). Speech is often borrowed and even the contents of what I say are usually mirrored, because I don’t know how to communicate in my own language, or my own interests. Basically, as myself, I just don’t have anything to say (or at least don’t knwo how or what), which is probably just what I am (“me” *does* enjoy the sun, nature and such things, but they are just not things you talk about) .
Interestingly, I also feel that my real name is not my name. For years I’ve been using a nickname now which feels so much more like my name than my real name.
Thanks for the tips, I might try again Glutamine (have tried that before but in much lower doses which didn’t do much and was unsure if taking a higher dosis was safe), and trying to learn to feel my body more is also a good idea (but I’m not exactly sure how to do that). I own all of your textbooks, including like color to the blind
and they have inspired me to go gf/cf, and found your method of “checking” very intersting (don’t remember how exactly you called it), but haven’t really tried this or something similar for myself.
Thanks again,
shadow
I can relate re having an internal self unable to personally connect with the language system that has been learned as a foreign system. And I also relate to not being able to feel body… that was pretty common for me until my 20s… but I could feel it when spinning, swinging, rocking or throwing myself backwards. And by my 20s I could walk with felt connection not just autopilot. I think that’s part of body agnosias and/or delayed processing where we are taught to function well beyond the ability to actually monitor or process the feedback in ‘real time’ processing.
I do know of many autistic adults who lose parts of their body, one side or the other, the top or the bottom, get processed feeling in a hand but not the leg it’s touching or get other but can’t simultaneously process self. I think this can be complicated by dissociation but also a child with body processing issues can, in some environments be more vulnerable to abuse… that the abuser feels ‘nobody is home’ or ‘they can’t feel it anyway’, which if they had abused someone without body agnosias the child might have screamed, ran, defended.
All the best to you.
Donna *)
It’s interesting that being unable to walk “as yourself” (only on autopilot) may be related to processing issues (never thought about that)…so maybe part, or even most, of what I experience may have purely physical reasons and is not just “in my head” (even though all of what I read about DP/DR describes me perfectly) ? Being taught to function beyond my actual capabilities – well, that does make alot of sense (but I don’t think I ever was abused).
Thanks for the input,
shadow
I believe I am an aspie, saw myself described in an quarterly autism magazine last year. that was a releif, to be able to put a name to my issues and how they work together. Anyway, I have very few childhood memories. I remember sitting in my 4th grade classroom, the teacher was talking and I remember feeling like I was waking up to myself. I thought – I am a separate person, feeling my body physically. I felt that I wasn’t consious of what my self was doing before that. I don’t know if this works in with DID. I hope I’m not too late to comment here. Thanks, Sue
Sorry, by the way, I am 56 years old.
Sue
Hi Sue, sounds a bit like derealisation, which can occur in DID but also occurs in BPD and on its own and is like living in a dream, so yes one can come out of that. It’s also possible that some functions had just come on line for you. Like you may have been more meaning deaf and suddenly you had comprehended more fully, or you might have struggled to hold simultaneous sense of self and other, then suddenly managed to. That can also feel like ‘waking up’.
Hi Donna
There was a period in my life from 11 to 14 that so much happened.
It was really just a defense mechanism. Part of me-Genii-decided she was not human and created a whole other world based on her love of nature
which I have always had anyway. I really believed this stuff. Then when I first realized nuclear weapons were related (at thirteen years) I created Jemamie who wanted peace. The only thing Genii and Jemamie had in
common was a longing to save the world ( still with me today ).This sort
of created a war between them until I realized that the whole thing had been nothing but a defense mechanism.
I knew about the obsessive compulsive disorder when I was a kid but was not treated for it. I wouldn’t have listened. If I listened at all
to the Establishment it was only to be bullied and/or because I desperately wanted to be loved ( I was loved but it was and still is smother love.) When I was fifteen I had my first seizure (controlled now
but it is a pain in the A***).
I have pretty much always felt like like I was the audience watching myself on the stage. I am also a shape shifter as you call it or a mirror
as I call it. I reflect what others want to see of me and very few people have seen the real me. There is a real me in there but it always feels so beaten down by my roles. I have begun to think I have no self. I also
have suffered dissasociative states where I do not know where I am, do not know what I am doing, and have no sense of belonging anywhere.
I know for sure (self diagnosed) I have auditory processing disorder
where my hearing falls in and out of use like a radio. I probably have that executive brain disorder too ( like this evening-Kier get off the &%$
computer and eat dinner!). And my short term memory is horrible.
Anyway-sort of a happy ending. I use what I learned during the
“Lasa” years ( a sun god I had) to my advantage. I became a political
activist!
There is much more but I don’t feel like writing a book about it : )
Loved your books. And I forgot to mention yes I am autistic though no one told me until it was a bit too late.
Hi Kier,
thanks for your story. Yours sound far more like roles than selves. They had specific jobs and outside of that didn’t have their own histories, broader lives. So, for example, Willie is quite an activist but is far more than that. He’s serious, conscientious, vigilant to the max, quite solitary, can detach extremely, can go silent, is highly protective of Little Donna, enjoys lists, systems, encyclopedic knowledge. He is nervous of colors but likes black and white, silver and gold and can accept red. He is represented by Little Donna as the color fluoro green. He was thought to be a ghost or reincarnation of an Afro-American follower of MLK from Lake Michigan, Illinois in the early 60s. He is the main one with OCD and the main rule maker. He is the main (almost only) reader. He prefers docos to films. He prefers classical music but doesn’t dance or sing (except the last line in All Be Happy). He generally doesn’t like TV. He feels like a big brother. He related to the poet Charles Bukowski. He would have liked to have been a lawyer or doctor. He likes Chinese, Japanese and Asian cultures. He has specific traumas and valued memories specific to him. So you can see he is a whole self, not just a role. The others are whole selves too. They tend to have their specialities, but whilst they began as defense responses they developed as selves. I think it comes down to the level of dissociation and perhaps whether or not there’s a strong original self. I think if there’s a weak original self, the dissociations may tend to be direct reflections of others, roles. But where there’s a strong original self, the alters that develop strongly differentiate from that and from each other.
I do think those with Exposure Anxiety are compelled to hide their real self. Those with BPD fail to really develop a strong original self or perhaps their real self IS that of a shape shifter. In any case, DID, EA and BPD can all occur in someone with autism or in those without autism.
All the best with your career.
Hi Donna, you said somewhere that it is a commonaly held opinion
that people with autism cannot have MPD……why is that?
do you think it might have smething to do with autistic
‘specialists’ believing we lack the TOM sufficiently enough
to render us incopentant with re to shaping our selves (person-
alities) around the needs of others?
Do you think ‘they think’ that we lack the imagination or
psychological knowhow to convincingly construct such
a defence?
Wishing you well.
Chris
In my own accounts I’ve written of being at least 3 selves so it has certainly never been my view. Certainly those who believed Autism was ONE condition, also struggled to face that many with autism had co-morbids and were STILL autistic. People are over that simplicity now.
Certainly some people imagined the DID (or MPD) was about an active imagination and imaginary friends etc. If they had any idea of what trauma and splitting is about they’d know that is very ignorant. A sexually abused girl, for example, may have to believe she is in fact a boy to sever links to her abuse, or someone tortured as a child may convince themselves they are actually a cat because then they can believe it didn’t happen to them. This isn’t a luxury of an imaginative mind, it is how the mind splits by necessity under extreme, often repeated trauma a child is entrapped with.
What people don’t understand about me is that I am far more autistic than they see. This was not tolerated. Since I was severely abused at very young ages, I dissociated in as many ways as a human can. This was also used to make me function, because everyone seemed or was threatening. The bottom line was I’d better figure outh how to perform–a gun was both literally and figuratively held to my head. I had a great psychiatrist who knew husted how not to harm further, and I trusted him enough to integrate, which brought many benefits. Also, I learned to harness my dissociation strategies to help me. I was able to to then be conscious of myself. Then, a neuropsychologist finally made sense of the autism. I did DID in a very autistic way (using mimicry of whole people). Thus, I did not fit in at the MPD group years ago. They were very ‘social’ with it. I was more like a giant computer. But in the middle, simple joy, fear and so forth. I will still use these strategies in a lesser way, but I am very conscious of it. I was never able to stop being autistic, but I could avoid losing my integrity.
yes, I know several people with autism who have dissociation and one of which would fit complete DID and at least 3 who don’t have autism who are dissociated, one of whom is dx’d with DID.
Hmmm… I experience co-consciousness and have only had a week of my life where I lost time. This was the week where my brother was diagnosed with AIDS. My brother was my childhood witness. I’ve had PTSD, and my counselor calls my development of co-consciousness “experimental personality.”
My personalities: My essential self who is very spiritual and struggling to see the world as normals do (or at least make sense of it), Joan of Arc, Pollyanna, The Ice Queen, Crazy Woman, utterly worthless (lower caps for a reason) with some lesser aspects of the split me that were not allowed to fully develop thrown in.
While my counselor suspect early childhood sexual abuse as being just part of the complex-PTSD I experienced, I know precisely when my personality split. Age 7. It was also the time when my 11-year-old brother and I switched birth order, with me becoming his older sister so I could protect him. From an early age, I knew he could not care for himself adequately within our home, and what I witnessed at age 7 was the last straw for me, and so Joan of Arc and nascent personalities were born.
Integration? I feel nearly fully integrated now, more whole, and while I don’t think that is necessary for everyone, it’s been a wonderful experience for me. Prior to this experience, I was rarely myself in my dreams. In my dreams I was nearly always someone else. Now, I am never anyone else.
I also believe, as a result of an Asperger’s diagnosis at the age of 54, that I am getting a lot closer to wholeness. I think the co-consciousness development was a reaction to both trauma and a way to deal with a human world that made no sense to me. (I related to Donna’s bonding with wall paper; though I would have been considered high functioning, I bonded with trees.) I thought that all of the personalities noted above were more fully integrated, but it appeared that Pollyanna had a deeper hold on me. Turns out, much of what I thought was being a Pollyanna had to do with my way of coping with not understanding the ever changing rules of social engagement and being unable to read people. Better to be totally trusting, believe people at their word (as my word is my bond), expect the best in others, give people the benefit of the doubt, check things out when in doubt (but not too often, trusting that others will tell me when I am screwing up, because checking things out too much just adds to people’s perception of me that I am weird), etc. The alternative seemed to be: be suspicious all the time. But what good would that do me if I didn’t have the skills to better understand others?
So that’s what I am working on… better understanding others. In general, I have spent my life doing this. Psych major, developer of leadership, anger management, mediation, communication training. I relate to Donna going into linguistics, as I too sought understanding of what most perplexed me. Still, my defensive Pollyanna posture regarding my Asperger’s challenges has left me very vulnerable in my social life. I am still in the stage where it seems like I am seeing people in general for the first time and seeing how sensitive they are (in my mind, “overly” so), how judgmental they can be (in my mind, too quick to judge), how little courage they possess in regard to checking things out (in my mind, fearful that others will be offended), how insecure they are (in my mind, fearful that if others truly see them they won’t be liked). I have faith that I will develop a more compassionate and kind perspective as I go along, but right now I feel like my head is spinning as I am trying to take everything in that has happened to me in the last 2.5 years as a result of poor friend choices, my own gullibility, my inability to read others, my inability to make sense of “odd” situations.
That’s a big thing for me: if someone I am in relationship behaves oddly in context to what I think we have, what I know my character to be, what I think the other person’s character is (remember, I tend to see only the best in others), I am not able to respond adequately (I just sense a disconnect, but I usually have no idea why). Not in the moment and often not later. The odd bits never tend to add up until the person has delivered a figurative baseball bat to my head. It’s like I have this “odd” box in my head where odd interactions go to live and wait for more information. Trouble is, I’ve needed years and years to make sense of “odd” behavior. My ex-Y used to tell me I was incredibly gullible.
(I was always a bit better at work–at least the work-related non-social part–because I better understood the games that people play there. I feel like I am in pre-school and having to learn that I truly don’t know the majority of the plays in the game book of life. I understand some of the trees–how to manage my own anger, how to be self reflective, how to mediate a dispute, how to play the role of greeter, etc.–, but am missing the forest as well as the nuances.)
Mostly, to become integrated, I befriended my various personalities and I honor their contributions. In doing this, somewhere along the line I integrated. I know I can call on these talents at any time, though there is little use for the crazy woman (even so, I am glad I can call on her if ever threatened with bodily harm). The difference is that I am less likely to have a knee jerk reaction or find myself stuck in a response that is not productive.
Hopefully, now that I have an Asperger’s diagnosis, I’ll have more direction to my skill development and I might be able to appropriately school people, who might be more trustworthy, in why I am different.
wonderful letter Claire. My Pollyanna was Carol, my Joan of Arc was Willie, my Crazy Woman was Marnie who used madness to play the ‘surreal card’, my ‘utterly worthless’ was Aunty Donna. I didn’t have an Ice Queen but Willie could do Schizoid detachment in a blink though far too humanitarian and egalitarian to do the Ice Queen thing. Da was our court jester, our wisecrack and Houdini. Anne was our grace, refinement, our Artism but sensorily quite our Helen Keller. Donna, the essential self, is warm, open, sensory. They’re coming together. I understand the ‘dancing bear’ experience. That we were driven far beyond what we could process or manage as an integrated whole. Now we are in the process of undoing the damage, we have skills we would never have had, yet they’re not easy to identify with, just as the dancing bear must feel when no longer driving itself to dance for its survival.
We’re autistic—we’ve been diagnosed as such—and we’re non-disordered multiple, in that we don’t see our multiplicity as something that impedes our functioning. Our multiplicity, for us, is just a form of brain wiring: people here believe that we’ve pretty much always been this way, and it just so happens that our brain happens to be able to accommodate more than one conscious entity. Because of the way we originated, and because of our own philosophical views on our identity and personhood, we tend to refer to ourselves as ‘people’, rather than using specialised terms like ‘alter’ or ‘personality’.
If you experience duality or multiplicity, how do you distinguish each?
In our ‘thoughtspace’, people are distinguished by their thought patterns (each of us has a different synaesthetic flavour in thought), or through speech. When presenting to others in person, differences are fairly evident through speech patterns, posture and conversation topics. In most social interactions, though, people don’t know about the multiplicity, so we put up a homogenised social front. This wasn’t always the case: before we established reliable communication with one another just over four years ago, it was rather evident that we were ‘switching’, and people would remark on this. It’s less noticeable now that we’re aware of it, and we can actually say who’s around.
To any autistic adults who had been significantly more autistic but learned to function socially and interactively, to become parents or hold jobs, do you experience a division between the more internal autistic self and the one who has come to function in the external world or are they integrated?
To an extent? There is a pretty large diference between the ‘social self’ that we present to the world at large and our own individual identities. To most people, we present as a single person who’s not explicitly autistic, although that presentation doesn’t really have much of a personality; he’s just a cover for everyone here. The real people, the actual conscious entities, are all of us pulling the ‘puppet strings’ of our nonplural identity.
~us
Hi Plures et al,
My muliplicity complicates my functioning but also enhances it. My PTSD is horrifying and disabling. The differences between my alters – gender identities, ages, cultures, ability differences, etc… is problematic but we’re getting there. Yes, for me (as the core self/original) we are all people but one of us is the original person, the others are alters but nevertheless people in their own right too. We are each certainly more than ‘personalities’ 😉
I’ve generally been noticeably multiple all my life unless one of my selves finds a particular social/occupational niche… so at the GP, DA often shows and the GP is struck by our optimism, resilience, positivity, but when Addie showed he was terribly worried, felt we were deeply depressed, and it was ‘just Addie’… so sort of like that. But if several show, then yes, we come across as multiple.
For me there are definitely those like Anne and Polly who are clearly more noticeably ‘autistic’, Willie who strikes people as more ‘Aspie’ and Da who presents more like someone with ADHD… then there’s those like Katrina, our Rabbit, Bear or Cat who would be so autistic they just don’t come out around humans or only in moments so nobody realises they are all non-verbal.
So the ways our autism presents alters with our alters 😉
Willie did most of the presenting for the team. And when people saw Polly or Anne they were generally struck by how autistic we ‘actually were’ compared to Willie who at least has fluent speech or Da who is fluent in characterisations and a great mimic (as is Carol for that matter).
I understand the functioning facade thing but Willie really desperately wanted inclusion and has never really cut it as ‘normal’. Da and Carol have tried to pass for ‘normal’ but only managed to have people think ‘bipolar?, Schizotypal? Others like Anne and Katrina have had no aspirations for inclusion, they feel safer, far safer in solitude. But we do have sociable auties in the team, and desperately solitary/socially avoidant ones too, and those in between, and those who are sociable but socially really struggle.
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I see this is an old post so I don’t know if you will see my comment or be interested. My 10 year old son has Aspergers and he says there are many of himself inside of him- they all have his same name- and they all usually get along- except for one OCD [insert his name here] that he says is evil and tries to sabotage all the others. He says he is the main one and always in charge.
I also have Aspergers and I have also always had multiple selves- all each have my name but with a descriptive adjective in front. (Such as, “angry [insert my name here].”) I have two singles and then various groups. The two singles split when I was barely past being a toddler- after some abuse- one of these singles holds all the memories of the abuse and won’t share all of them with the other selfs. Some have accidentally come through. I began splitting into groups as I got older- two main groups as a teen- another couple as a young adult. Each group was in charge of something and none of them got along well. They didn’t share control- either a single or a group would take the front position and the others would sleep or be angry. The one who caused dissociation would stand up in front of all my selves and put them to sleep- then she would wait and watch and wake them up when it was safe again. She felt like a mother.
All of my selves despised the original me- and I largely ceased to exist. Even the motherly one was indifferent to me, although not cruel- she never spoke to any of them anyway- she never spoke at all- just watched and protected. The real me was safest locked away.
In therapy for a few years now and I have gotten my real self somewhat out in the open. It has been terrifying. I was terrified that by stepping out, I would kill all my other selves. I was also terrified of hurting their feelings, if they didn’t die. They did not die- although some of them have been very upset by the changes in structure around their usefulness. They are not as active as they used to be. I still rely on them to navigate social situations and other happenings in the world that the real me cannot cope with or doesn’t know how to handle. And I still shut down/ dissociate from time to time- but now the real me takes my body somewhere safe, like my own bed, and helps me lie down until it’s over rather than letting my body continue to move on autopilot. That is how abuse becomes repeated- when the mind dissociates before the body has gotten somewhere safe. Now I take care of my body and take it somewhere safe.
It is good to feel like my original self. It feels very young- maybe 3 years old- but as long as I protect it, it stays happy and has peace, for the most part.
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