by LilyPatToo » Wed Jul 05, 2006 6:37 pm
Dreams End, I had absolutely no idea I was in any kind of program until the end of summer in 2004. I thought that my bizarre life was somehow my fault or perhaps that I was the unluckiest, stupidest woman ever born. My life was nothing like other "normal" people's lives and I constantly scrambled to hide the horrific stuff from everyone--even my closest friends. <br><br>It wasn't until my mother died and Lily showed up in my head and I ran into another survivor online at that alien abduction board that the 1000 watt lightbulb came on over my head (about half a century late, but who's counting?!) This woman literally taught me how to go back over my crazy past and look for certain patterns and for interference by people who I learned were program handlers. <br><br>My mind had begun to be flooded with memories since Lily showed up (in January of 2004, 8 months before) and I was terribly upset by them. None were "recovered" memories, since they'd always been there, but I'd successfully buried them in order to stay functional. Many required a trigger of some sort for me to recall them--for one instance, everytime I'd driven past a restaurant on Rt. 422 in western PA, The Lamplighter, since the winter of 1974-5, I'd remembered sitting passively, watching myself being sold by one wealthy businessman to another.<br><br>This memory had never made sense to me and as a result, I'd thrust it out of my mind. But the sight of that restaurant brought it back with the force of a hard blow to the head every single time I passed it. I'd pull over and sit in the parking lot, going over and over the bits that I can remember and wondering if I was losing my mind, since that *couldn't* have happened....the seller was on the board of Gulf & Western and the other guy was the love of my life. Who later sold or gave me to that sociopath I mentioned above, the one with the "flat affect" mistress.<br><br>Very little about my life made sense until I found out about the trauma-based multiple MC programs. Then EVERYTHING made sense. All the tawdry details, all the sadistic narcissists and sociopaths that other women didn't seem to get involved with at all, let alone sequentially. All the things that made my life a really tacky soap opera through my 20's and 30's.<br><br>When I talk about the parts I've managed to figure out, remember that it's from my present vantage point, after over 2 years of research into first DID/MPD and then MC programs. While it was happening, I was kept too traumatized and off-balance emotionally to know what the hell was happening to me. I was as passive, ignorant and malleable as they come.<br><br>LilyPat <p></p><i></i>