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how the fuck do you claim to be pro-misinfo while having three """ endos """ on your fucking staff team. do fucking better.

This is it, I think.

I straighten my tie, smooth the front of my suit one last time before I finally open the thick, ornate door. The wedding planner rushes at me, fussy and anxious to get me into place. Less than two minutes later, I'm standing at the altar, waiting.

Organ music rings heavy through the hall, echoing off the high ceilings and reverberating in my chest, drowning out my nervous, hammering pulse. It was a long, long road to get to this point, but I was ready.

I'm lost in thoughts and happy memories as the processional begins, barely noticing the steadily growing crowd around me on the stage, but it doesn't take the sudden hush that falls over the room to tell me that you've arrived. I probably noticed you first, my eyes immediately drawn to you, and it was as if I was seeing you again for the first time. A tear forms in the corner of my eye, and I quickly wipe it away, willing composure onto myself.

This was really happening.

It feels like it took you years to get down the aisle, until you were finally standing in front of me. You look... kind of weird, honestly, but that's okay. You look about the same as you always do, though now there's lipstick smeared across your razor thin mouth to give the illusion of symmetrical, luscious lips. I cut the officiant off before he can start, taking your small, strange lizard hands in my own.

Swallowing thickly, I avoid your gaze. It's hard, though, because your bulging, golden chameleon eyes keep swiveling around, simultaneously looking for a tasty treat as you try to anticipate what I'm about to say.

"Anon... This is the worst ask I've ever gotten. I can't do this."

If you had actual lips, I'm sure you would have looked... sad, or shocked maybe. I don't really know. You were always hard to read. And now neither of your eyes are looking at me. I hate it when you do that. It's creepy.

But... is this... guilt?

No, so I whip out my rad sunglasses and throw up an L before my best man turns into a skateboard.

I do a sick kick flip and ride out of the church and into the sunset.

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hey, what are your stances on noon disordered systems

I’ll take this one! I’m actually a noon disordered system myself. As in, I just woke up, at noon, because I am disordered and tired as shit from it. Noon disordered systems are so fucking valid.

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applied for the only 18+ fb group I could find for DID support and I got rejected </3 I'm not 18+ enough besties /j

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this disorder has really given me an understanding of what teleportation must be like

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sometimes i see opinions i agree with but the person worded it so annoyingly i block them over it so they never show up on my dash again

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Actual photo of me trying to pass as my singletsona at the social event while being triggered and rapid switching

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Trolls will do anything they can to bait you. They will insult you, lie about you, trigger you — anything they can to get your attention.

Don’t give it to them.

Starve them of it. Block and don’t look; report and move on. You can clarify the misinformation to those who matter, but keep it away from the troll; they’ll take it as a sign that they’re getting to you.

And that’s the thing — they are. And it sucks. And that frustration and anger is completely, totally valid. It’s the part of you that recognizes you deserve so much better. But trauma is a mess you have to clean up. It’s not fair, and it’s not nice, but it’s on your shoulders.

Just know you have so many people who are there who can help you lift that load. 🫂

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I wish I could join a system server on Discord again, but the community has become so stressful, almost every system friend I've met through social media has become incredibly toxic, whether it be them suibaiting, bullying minors, bullying my friends, grooming, gaslighting, murder glorification and more fun stuff (sarcasm intended) I just can't handle, even back when I tried to own a server myself, the server got canceled online because I let my singlet best friends join

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It's kind of awkward, my therapist thinks we have some other kind of disorder that isn't DID, but she's been struggling to find another disorder that checks as many boxes as DID does for me

I'm incredibly open to an alternative diagnosis, that's not the issue, the issue is me feeling like a liar or a phony when in DID spaces, even if other people don't know what's going on in my personal life

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I was reading your pinned and when I was reading the user boxes I thought one said "this user has anemia from DID" and my only thought was "well that's unfortunate" 😭 bhahaha

my alters stealing my iron and giggling as they tip toe away

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As a system I would like to say Bees, thank you that is all

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ppl need to stop grouping "fictives" (fictional introjects) with irls and kinnies it is NOT the same yall

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"how would YOU fix the medical system then 😡" im 17 years old

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Controversial opinion

I think questioning systems should get out of system and system adjacent spaces for a while to figure out their own experiences devoid of influence before coming back and asking for advice. It's very easy for your own perception to be skewed and some good old self reflection is always good from time to time

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btw if you GENUINELY hate singlets just because theyre singlets we are not going to get along