Ineffable Ontological Detanglement .: Introspective Assistance & Mental Analysis Manual
Yes, I... I guess there's a magical and mystical aspect to dissociative identity disorder. However there is not supposed to be. This is a metaphysical glitch, an unconscious glitch. You have become a surreal dream person. You're dreaming, you're becoming your dream. You're living the dream.
You're pathetic. You're out of this world pathetic. Getting dissociative identity disorder is, like, one of the most irredeemable things you could ever do. Getting dissociative identity disorder is, like, one quarter to one third as difficult to redeem yourself over as committing a holocaust.
The myth is that this disorder is always the full on multiple alter dream person wandering out into and attacking the world of the real. Either attacking with what comes out of their face or literally attacking. There are lesser forms of dissociative identity disorder, if there is, say, a regular you and an angry you, they are two entirely different people, you have dissociative identity disorder. Any time you feel yourself becoming more automatic, like when you venture out into the big wide world all sophisticated like, you're within your dissociative identity disorder alter.
Mild dissociaitive identity disorder can spawn from any particular identity related trauma, malfunctioning self fragmentation, ego snap catastrophe. The worst dissociative identity disorder comes from when level two cognitive functioning has the "But I get to make it whatever I want" crisis and calls out internally for God to fix it for them.
You have now tapped into the beyond, a little bit you're within the dream world of all of your repressed physical and emotional violence every time you become angry. Moronic emotional repression shaman. This first stage of dissociative identity disorder is loosely theoretically semi-resolvable, but you're probably not going to be able to do it. It's a trauma based disorder, you solve all of these disorders by solving the compartmentalization of the trauma. In this case you would need to re-integrate the selves, this is the kind of thing that feels like it requires intense psychedelic work, and if you have dissociative identity disorder psychedelics are not available to you, psychedelics will deem you unworthy of this state of being and absolutely hammer fuck you. You were already pretty much at cognitive functioning level two psychedelic full unavailability if you're about to develop dissociative identity disorder. But I don't know it's worth a shot, I mean what's the harm it's just a few hours, it's worth a shot, it's worth a shot...
Still not a neural misfire. Your brain knows what it's doing, your neurons are still firing just right to get done what needs to be done.
By the time you've... Resolved dissociative identity disorder according to the point you have the psychological establishment's turns out you only ever had mild dissociative identity disorder, you're pretty much stuck a fifteenth to a third dead inside, you may well pretty much just be flapping lips. You have mild dissociative identity disorder now, as you have set your life perfectly in place with repressed memory fucking other people up that you know everybody must now see you as the victim of life, you never did anything to hurt life, life only hurts you for no reason. You are now a harmless vessel of keep me safe you never hurt a fly, you didn't even do that you're just a harmless vessel of keep me safe.
You can clearly tell it wants to destroy you. I mean... You're so traumatized by your minor life infractions that now I'm you're me you wandering around this world in a dream. Oh yeah you're a cool guy. Yeah you always wished you were a cool guy and now look at you you're a cool guy you have whatever you want, everyone knows you're a cool guy, everyone, you can't touch it. You can....T... Touch... IT. Because because because when I sense the dream world breaking because I can just float away because because off I go there I go I'm going to find another guy and call myself a really cool guy a really cool guy and you can...T... Touch... IT.
All you say, you say for you. All of your words and your tone are presented in the manner that intimidates all but yourself over how oblivious you are to who you actually are and what is actually real and happening. The position of authority you command in this moment is so painfully obvious to everyone, everyone knows you are the ultimate authority. It seems every single person's words and tone are just presented in the manner that is attempting to challenge my authority, and it's so obvious everyone's had enough of this, everyone is running down their noses at you because everyone knows you cannot challenge my authority. I'm all calm cool casual comfortable about my passive authority. Why do people keep wanting to speak of things that don't even mean anything to anybody? We're talking about me and how I am oblivious to myself. I'm trying to figure out how to get all of you to see this, this is incredibly frustrating but I'm really impressively cool about it, everybody knows everybody's sick of everybody challenging my authority. There is a certain forceful air behind my coolness that suggests if you continue to exist in a reality that automatically challenges my authority something will have to be done about it.
You will note, there is all sorts of highly scientific sounding covering of what comes out of their mouth. This is far too messy and subjective and difficult to standardize, so, we need to reframe it, soften it, ignore it.
"I kinda think we're supposed to kill this person." "Oh yeah man let's tell a cool story about a cool guy gettin' murdered. AHHH bullet to the gut, I strike a cool pose. I have really cool hair, I'm wearin' really cool clothes..." "...What." "And then this guy was all sue me I see things too sophisticated I can't see how cool this guy is I'm too sophisticated I'm sorry sue me. I'm an asshole I know but I'm just too awesome to take this guy seriously." "...I..." "Then he was all NO I'M THE COOL GUY. I'm too good to kill a guy for talkin' about his cool clothes and cool hair I'm way too fucking cool man I wanna be cool man I think I'm so cool man cool and (high pitched) SAFISACAA'ED cool and (high pitched) SAFISICAA'ED I just wanna sit here talkin' about my cool clothes my cool hair I think that's how ta' impress people you think I'm IMPRESSED? You think I'm IMPRESSED? OH NICE MAN YOU GUYS SEE THAT COOL THING I JUST SAID MAN LET'S LOOK AT IT LET'S LOOK AT IT 'YOU THINK I'M IMPRESSED? YOU THINK I'M IMPRESSED?' But nah he was all nah man I take myself too seriously ta' take this guy seriously man nah man I'm so cool man yeah man I think I'm so cool man." *takes out a knife* "You wanna fucking die over HAIR? Is that what you want man you wanna fight me over HAIR? Just to prove how much you love your HAIR? Oh my God I'm so sophisticated I just love my hair and I was all okay man relax man we know you love your hair man fucking put the knife away man it's just some cool guy man." *puts knife to his throat* "No man I wanna show you how much I love my HAIR this is how much I fucking love my HAIR."
Logic says kill them brutally but at this point they don't even really feel pain they're really just eyes and lips wandering. A little tiny bit of pain registers but it's basically not felt.
You're so damn fast and perfect at forming the exact perfect happy associations bypassing all forms of hypocrisy, often deliberately because it feels so good to finally be free of looking like a hypocrite that you wanna see if you can be three layers of hypocrite in a single sentence. Just as your body now basically moves full M. Night Shyamalan Spiderman, you can push your muscles to speeds twice a human capability to five times to seven times.
I associate this particular body language that you delivered with this particular communication, now you made that communication, I can now associate this communication with what I already think you're saying, you're talking about how I'm incredible and you're the very bottom of irredeemable garbage. Okay!? Okay!? Okay!? Are you saying you are not the very bottom of irredeemable garbage!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!? WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!? WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!? WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!? THE WORLD IS TO BE RID OF YOUR EVIL, THE WORLD IS TO BE RID OF YOUR EVIL YOU MONSTER!!!! And then I see you analyzing me and I pretend to be the one analyzing as I say I AGREE as if I am aware of my problems and then float on myself for being the brilliant analyzer as I simultaneously mock you for being the brilliant analyzer and then tell you every thought as if you're supposed to appreciate my association creation genius, are you dead of a burst blood vessel yet? Please? Please? WHY NOT!? WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL TO ME!?
The voice box tweaks that into ultimate whinny child. Two seconds ago you were hardcore street tough alter, now you're whinny baby alter.
About 4-6% of the people with the mild amount of dissociative identity disorder, at one time had full blown murder rampage dissociative identity disorder. Something finally hammered into you, keep it contained. You can go out, commit random murders, come home before anybody knows it's you. The police know how to cover it up, the psychological establishment helps them, that would be a HORRIBLE thing to do to people, just for having a disorder, reveal the truth of what this disorder is capable of. It's just a disorder. Let them LIVE A LIFE, Jesus. The system became established due to the fact that this fucking thing is far too mysteriously perfectly off normal, we have to cover it up, the people can't handle it. Now it's... Now it's humanisitc.
The psychological establishment likes their dissociative identity disorder because as they say it covers up the trauma and corrects the behaviour. They said it in the 90s, dissociative identity disorder is a perfectly sane response to trauma. Really it's because every single person within the the psychological establishment has dissociative identity disorder, some to the point of marbles madhouse representation of everything that's stupid, they're subsectioned off into a different department along with all the ego snap, and dissociative identity disorder sticks together.
People with dissociative identity disorder will perform targeted memory repression on other people in order to shape them into what the person with dissociative identity disorder thinks they should be. These moments may simply be saying something so pathetic the person represses the memory until what they wish to say to you is boiled down to something more suitable, or they may be a hammer fuck of trauma, all of the things, all of the things that cause trauma. Beat rape torture make you eat their shit.
With dissociative identity disorder you are very likely to repress anything that goes against the role of the alter. If you're big important police man alter, which is 85% of police, you will repress anything that goes against you being the one in charge the one who fully understands the situation.