Thursday, March 30, 2017


It seems to me that dissociation might usefully be thought of as Affective Amnesia. The sense of self, of embodiment (to use a term common in Kum Nye), is just that: a sense, a feeling. When your feelings get turned ass over teakettle you lose your self. You are adrift, neither here nor there, belonging nowhere, not even where you are.

I feel this. And it is a good feeling. It is painful, but as I have said before, so is thawing a frost-bitten limb.

My true self, which was damaged badly before I could talk, is very very perceptive, and extremely persistent and agile. I can only be glad I am slowly and with great difficulty edging my way back in that direction.

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