Nix said 10 years, 6 months ago:
Hey, I’m Nikki or I like Nix better. (It’s my internet name) I’m doing a quick introduction of myself, and maybe you can reply with yours.
This group is pretty limited in discussion it seems. No offense if there have been discussions before, but I personally would like to expand my knowledge on this condition as it feels like it’s going to be with me awhile. Not just knowledge on DP itself, I can wiki everything, but knowledge of how other people actually deal with this. Maybe this is the wrong place to start. I know there are designated sites for this.
Anyways, I’m 21. DP came to me overnight. I was 8 years old, and my brother was being born. I guess I thought it stressful as I was worried about my mom dying giving birth. A few years before this I was sexually abused at a neighbors house.
My mom and I didn’t get along when I was growing up. She used to give me a lot of silent treatment. She’d also tell me that she was going to call De-fax on me. One time I was told to pack my things and we drove into town where she threatened to drop me off and leave. My dad was never in my life. So there were a lot of men in and out of my life. There was a lot of moving. I never felt like I had a home, or a safe place really even though I was probably completely fine.
Today I deal with my DP because it’s what I’m used to. It’s apart of me. I also have depression, and when I’m really stressed out I have mental break downs. Sometimes I have no one to talk to.
My DP is ever-going, always constant. In it’s time with me it has only gone away for a minute period. I was 12 laying in the grass behind my house looking up at the sky. I wasn’t thinking about anything at all really. I felt it go away, and come back as fast as it left.
I used to tell my mom I felt like I was in a dream. Over and over I’d cry and try to explain to her how I felt. Today I still find this feeling insanely frustrating, and sometimes overwhelming to think about. I will be walking home from work and I feel like I’m not actually walking. Someone else is walking for me. I’m somewhere else.. I have a hard time relating to others. Also expressing emotions for/to other people is hard for me. Talking, having a conversation is literally sometimes a struggle for me. (It depends on the other person honestly)
I am in a constant fog.. a daze.. always zoned out. I cannot recognize certain details, and I often forget things I do everyday.
I feel like I’m rambling so I’ll end this, though I could possibly go on with information if someone were to actually want me to.
Thanks for reading ~ Nix
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