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“You’re Not the One Touching Yourself.” A Neuropsychological Horror Story Hidden in Your Skull.

Ever heard of a corpus callosotomy?

It’s a procedure where surgeons cut the connective tissue between the left and right hemispheres of the brain — usually to stop seizures.

It works.

But sometimes, after the surgery, strange things happen.

Like…

The left hand slapping the right hand away mid-action.

The body walking one direction while the mouth insists it was trying to go the other.

A person seeing something with their left eye but being unable to describe it — because the right hemisphere saw it, and the left controls speech.

Real cases. Real people.

And they all prove one thing:

You’re not one mind. You’re two.

I. Meet Your Silent Roommate

Your brain’s hemispheres don’t fully agree.

They cooperate — until they can’t. And when that connective bridge is cut?

It becomes clear:

You don’t just have two sides.

You have two consciousnesses.

One speaks. One watches. Both think they’re you.

II. The Alien Hand Syndrome

Some split-brain patients report their left hand doing things they didn’t decide to do.

Grabbing objects. Unzipping pants. Throwing things. Undoing the shirt they just buttoned.

They describe the hand as…

“Alien.” “Not mine.” “Doing something I didn’t want.”

It’s not a ghost. It’s not a demon. It’s not a glitch.

It’s the other you. Acting out.

III. So Here’s the Question...

What if the brain doesn’t need to be cut to reveal that division?

What if you’re already split — the seam just isn’t visible?

What if:

You make decisions,

You speak,

You move your hands…

…but someone else in your head is just watching. Feeling everything. Screaming through silence. Trapped behind the eyes. Touching nothing. Seeing everything.

Especially when you masturbate.

IV. The Silent Screamer

Ever felt sudden shame in the middle of pleasure?

Not guilt. Not religion. Not performance anxiety.

But shame with no clear origin. Like a wet, invisible eye watching you from behind your spine?

That wasn’t conscience. That wasn’t trauma.

That was the part of you that didn’t agree to this. The one that can’t speak. Can’t move. But still feels every goddamn twitch.

V. The Mirror Isn’t the Problem

Ever caught your reflection and flinched? Not because you were ugly — but because for a second, you didn’t recognize yourself?

That’s not body dysmorphia. That’s not insecurity.

That’s the observer self noticing it has no say in the meat machine you both live in.

And it’s starting to get pissed.

VI. So Let’s Say It:

Next time you reach between your legs?

You’re not the one touching yourself. One part of you wants it. One part of you executes it. And the third part?

Watches. Without consent. Without control. And you’ll never know what it’s thinking.

But it knows what you’re doing. And it’s learning. And one day, it might not want to stay quiet anymore.

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This post is protected under neurological satire, existential theory, and psychosexual commentary. Any discomfort, spine-tingling, mirror-checking, or sudden desire to wear gloves during masturbation is a normal side effect of Blacksite Literature™. The other you is awake now. Good luck.

🧠 QUOTE REBLOG PACK™

“You’re not the one touching yourself. Someone else inside you is watching.” “Alien hand syndrome wasn’t the scary part. The scary part is it might be happening to all of us.” “That shame isn’t guilt. It’s dissent.” “Split-brain patients didn’t show us something new. They revealed what we’ve been hiding.” “There’s a part of you that never consented. And it knows everything.”

📡 CALL TO ACTION

Reblog if you’ve ever felt weirdly watched while alone. Reblog if your hand ever moved before you thought. Reblog if this post just made you question the last orgasm you had. Reblog if the idea of being observed by your silent self made you clench.