Don’t you just love pushing things away just for them to come flooding back x2 as hard? No, really. Shortly after my last blog post about me coming out as plural, I got really scared. Acknowledging these experiences meant I couldn’t push them away any longer. I didn’t- and still don’t- want to be plural. I want to live a normal life as a singlet and just get on with everything. Why me? Why am I the one with seven voices in my head?
I tried to push everyone down again and it worked for a good week before someone pushed back up to the front. His name is Akuno. He came as my daemon- which to us is more of an animal form of the subconscious mind- and I gradually became more trusting of plurality. I reopened it again and fuck me I am still scared. But, whateves, I gotta live this, so I might as well live it as the most healthy way I can be.
We might be introducing ourselves or we may not, we’re not sure. Some of us are nonhuman but the majority seems to be human as far as we can tell. Let’s just get this fucking party started, I guess.
Any tips on keeping this line of communication open? And for me- the host- not to clam up again because they went wonderfully.