Archive for integration
Tragedy, Comedy, Multiplicity, Reality
I searched for quotes on humor as intellectual perspective and found the following:
The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.
- Horace Walpole
To wit,
And for those who “those” include these among many, the world is both a whirling cacophony of enmeshing realities and the absence of connected existence.
- Camigwen
And now a break from your regularly scheduled integration
I have not written in a while. My life has been topsy-turvey and I’ve not been able to muse much lately about internal realities and external reality checks. But I will not let this blog be driven by diary-led ramblings. Only well-researched ramblings allowed. So I refrain from writing without trying to make a Point.
I have a Point.
<Perhaps two.>
Does integration mean compromising on ice cream?
Today I went shopping after work. Often I pick up ice cream – clearly one of the four food groups. I looked down today to see a half-gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream in my basket. And I don’t even LIKE that flavor.
Changing therapists – what to consider
I am evaluating if I should change therapists. The information gatherer in me wants some concrete advice to make the decision. Part of me wants to stay, and another part wants just as strongly to go.
Changing therapists is a difficult decision for anyone. But it becomes even more challenging if you are a multiple.
This article is about my research in order to make this decision. That maybe will help you with the decision as well.
Thoughts on Integration – What does integration feel like?
Discussion of metaphors for integration that may help those without DID understand that most of us are not discretely different “people” and that integration is a process and not an event. Through “post traumatic growth,” which includes awareness and cooperation of the parts, individuals can become stronger
When words are shape and color – language of another alter
When Emily started this blog, I was skeptical. You’ll never maintain it, I alleged. What are you going to say, anyway?
For hours she deliberated design layouts, colors, pictures.
Are you ever going to write something? I asked her. A blog is supposed to be words. You’re supposed to write stuff.
<Leave me alone.> With her back to me, she methodically reviewed picture after picture we had taken in the park. She wanted a design layout that allowed a custom header. The blog had to be hers. Personalized. Fjords, to Tarski, and back to Fjords again.
Something strongly appealed about the layout, cleanly divided into four parts; the continuous picture interrupted.
Like we are.
