Owning my stuff

Today I publicly take ownership of me...all of me. Katherine started this blog while I was sleeping...and Charlotte removed references to me. Now I will, for good or ill, own it. The only ill I can see is negative reactions from my siblings, cousins, or in-laws. My mom is gone now, and she is the only one I care about protecting.

I have, for the most part, tried to hide my multiplicity. The whole purpose of DID during childhood is to hide the truth of the abuse from everyone...mostly yourself. Keeping everything at an even kneel is paramount to survival. I'm done hiding. I'm done making excuses for my father. I'm done shielding everyone who doesn't believe what I remember. I'm done doubting myself (no doubts for today anyway). I want to stand up straight and look around me. I want to look through the crowd and over the crowd, not at the ground around my feet. I may not have shoes on, but I am standing. One day, I will fly!