We’ve noticed something: People tend to put other people into boxes – whether through description or mass catagory: we all tend to do that. Why?
Well, first lets look into those boxes. What do we find there? All kinds of people – and every one of them different.
And what do I mean by “boxes” in my mind? I mean the ‘catagorizing of people’ – in order to keep us safe. And you do it, too – I’m not only willing to bet, but I know. It’s something we all tend to do.
Because it makes them ‘safer’ – that is to say, we each and all have two main boxes: one is for ‘threatening things’ – the other one is labeled “safe to be around”.
Again: this is an animal issue; not one of our own minds – it is related to a survival type of function; not a state of disrepair. And everyone is doing this sort of thing: you, me, and the person we meet on the street – thinking “is he/she a threat? Or not one?” (Deciding which box we are going to use.)
And here’s the fallacy in the argument: we shouldn’t be putting them into boxes. We should greet and meet each one individually – as individuals – and treat them accordingly.
No more of “this bum on the road is going to eat me” (perhaps he’s not; perhaps he’s just someone wandering around in his own life, looking for something to do – and trust me on this one: he is looking back at you, placing you in a box of his own making: businessman, lawyer, mother and father; someone to be desired; someone else to avoid.)
I have found this to be especially true in the fields and sciences of Mental Health. People (shrinks especially, but someone else – my own selves included) – tend to ‘put people into boxes’ – shrinky catagories that fit their description . . . somewhat – and in doing so, lumping me (and them, my inner others) all into the same boat. Saying I’m “DID” like it’s some curse or something; something to be gotten rid of; something that’s undesired . . .
But wait a minute! Who is undesiring of this being? Me? Hell no! We like what we are, and what we are becoming: a strong and integral system; albeit made of parts and more. Sure we might be seeing ‘double’ (meaning we see something from both sides) – but there is an advantage to that: it allows us much more understanding than those of you who can only see one side of a simple equation. There is more to me than stars and the sun; more than you all can ever imagine . . .
And that’s why I’m not going into a box for you; simply defying – and denying – description.
For you see, in DID, there are as many variations as there are stars under the sun (and yeah; we kinda see you as them stars! <- forgive my Southern inflection; different parts of me are contributing). Some are bad, no doubt (built there to shield their own survivors; they sometimes run out of control – hurting the very systems that they were meant to shield.) Some go ‘wild’ sometimes, hurting others in their pain: seeing others in some kind of box they’ve labeled “Threatening” – even though there is no threat at all. (Like many; sometimes we feel a threat – when there is no threat, not to our own basic survival.)
But it kinda gripes my nether regions, puckers up certain anal pores when we see someone labeling “DID” symptoms as “all bad” and a “horrible thing to have” – and other disparaging labels (putting us into boxes again). We feel this … ‘upset’ (not upset so much as anger; but NOT anger, either so much as a certain sadness – that they don’t understand and are propagating this sort of information: that the “DID” thing is “all bad” – because it isn’t!)
And the sad thing is: some of us DID folks are buying into this thing, thinking: “They must be right on this thing! I should go ahead and jump into that little box of their! ‘Shrinking’ (dual meanings) myself on into there!”
And yet I find myself going: “no, no, that’s not the way – or at least not the way in us; we are refusing to jump into that little box of yours, shutting all these little voices in my head UP: we are many and we are proud of what we’ve become.”
A truly DID function; a system of happiness and joy all around (sure there’s gonna be bumps; this is our lifetime, remember?) – and all together now (singing Jeffery’s song of love and hope and compassion for all of us and all of you now.)
So next time you find yourself meeting someone; finding someone like me – or anyone at all (employers should be concerned: putting people into boxes is what they are all about, LMAO!) – don’t be putting them in a box; don’t be instantly catagorizing them.
After all: they may just be someone like me! (smiling at you . . . in my ‘bummy’ clothes . . . walking in my rags down some department store aisle . . . and not (or at least trying not to) – put you in some box of mine!)