how do we know we are getting the answer from the same person from whom we asked the question ?
You really don't, but you're going to have to trust a strange man on the internet telling you that he has mental problems that he's honest.
>At a party, getting drunk, having a blast
>I lay down on the couch and I think I'm going to take a nap
>Wake up the next day in my bed, unsure what happened
>I look at my notepad to see if the other guy in my head wrote anything down
>See a fucking pair of women's underwear with a friend's name on it
>Apparently, I disassociated and had drunk sex with my 7/10 friend
>Can't remember a fucking thing
Chris. You're talking to Chris
Disorder. I talked to her and she said that I acted a bit different, but I didn't get THAT drunk. I only had 2-3 beers the whole night.
Actually, yes. I like guys and girls, but the other personality is only attracted to women. He calls me a faggot quite a bit.
You don't really understand annoying until you have a voice in your head calling you a faggot any time you talk to a guy.
He was actually the main reason I broke up with my first boyfriend.
Well, it's annoying and fucking terrifying.
I do hear the other guy, fuck it his name is Vincent, and he is really a douche and will always have comments on what I do or how I do it.
Then there are moments when I disassociate, and he takes over and I don't remember a thing. Sometimes it's just a few minutes and sometimes it's an entire day. I could wake up and have no fucking clue where I've been, what I've been doing or who I've been talking to.
On the same note, ANOTHER STORY TIME
>Just broke up with ex
>Crazy, obsessive and hated my friends
>Break up with crazy ex, she's sad and in tears
>Feels good man
>two days later
>I start writing a paper when I get a phone call from dad to drunkenly yell at me about my mother
>I black out
>I wake up in the bathroom somewhere. Wearing nice clothes, feel condom in pocket
>It's ex's house
>I go outside and see her there finishing something to eat and she smiles at me
>I subtly ask her what we've been doing
>Vincent got back with my ex and was planning to have sex later
>I grin and say I need to make a phone call outside
>Run a mile to get back to my dorm in the rain
Just me and Vincent.
I can, I guess. But I hate losing control like that.
We can communicate, but it's mostly one sided since he is conscious when I am but I'm not conscious when he is.
That afternoon I woke up with a plate of nutella crepes in my counter. It was a weird day after that.
I know. But I have rarely met people who actually knew what DID meant and I had to draw the connection to MPD.
I'm on ativan
I can kind of feel it. And sometimes people have told me that they can tell when it happens
And I have been. Any time I'm too stressed out he takes the reigns and is usually better at handling whatever stressful thing is going on. He's a more effective people person than I am. (Imagine what that does to my confidence)
And it's fine
I've tried. A lot. But Vincent takes over any time I try and gets rid of anything that I could use to kill myself with.
How does school work, do you both know the same information. Like if one went through a lesson on world war one and the red baron, would the other know the information also? Difficulties in school, explain it all im curious.
If I know something, he does. But if he learns something, I don't. It's really fucking inconvenient.
>Be me, fapping
>Watching a 3 way with 2 guy and a girl
>Hear a voice
>"Fuck, Chris. Can you please quit it with the gay stuff?"
>Ignore him and finish
>Go to bed
>Wake up the next day with my computer on
>I go to check it
>Most of my porn has been deleted and replaced with tentacle hentai videos
>"There. I have minimized the dicks. Be grateful, faggot"
I've gone a few weeks without him really talking, and I've gone 3 days straight as him
Greens and grays.
If somehow you and vincent.separated into 2 people do you think you'd be friends?
I mean he keeps you from killing yourself (despite possibly only trying to save himself) and seems to help you through some problems.
It's actually interesting about that. I've talked to my therapist and we think we have a very small grasp on why this is.
I was raised with very reclusive parents who hated each other, but hated everyone else in the town more. My dad always loved to provoke me and my little brother, turn us against each other and punish us if we got angry or called him out.
So my therapist thinks my mind just sort of fractured and made Vincent as a way to deal with my dad being an alcoholic tool and me having no way to really maintain a friendship.
Oh holy fuck you have no idea
Usually when there is a lull in whatever he's doing I slip back in.
He skipped class on the first day (Friday), bought my groceries, watch a lot of WW2 movies and broke a shower.
I don't know why, but this made me laugh. Should I go get an exorcist or something?
You're aware my entire life is the punchline of "WHAT DID THAT FUCKER DO NOW?!"
I think? I'm never 100% sure and with my memory problems I never quit understand if I'm actually remembering something or my mind is just making things up to cover for me.
I like me. But if I can be honest, despite being a tool, Vincent would probably be better at living a lot of my life better than I can.
I thought it was when I first started to see a psychologist, but after being referred to a psychiatrist this is the diagnosis they gave me.
A natural response.
>thinking exorcisms work
You'll have to figure it out. I mean, maybe. It's really dependent on the exorcist. Idk, I just know possession.
How do I know I'm not imaging that you exist and are posting in this thread?
Or maybe I'm Heaven and I just don't remember it?
I don't know. I don't even know why he decided to watch WW2 movies over any other type. But he really liked Enemy at the Gates.
As Vincent, do you take up a different personality, with it still being you, or are you a different person?
I guess a simpler way to ask the question would be: are you like someone who is bipolar, or two separate people?
An entirely different person. We have different taste in clothes, movies, music and how we approach life. Most of the time he 'acts' like me around my friends because we agreed that life gets unnecessarily complicated for both of us if he just goes off and completely does his own thing.
Sometimes things like that happen. But we aren't sure if I just phase out and go into some kind of neutral mode or he really does get control for like a minute.
He chose it. Don't know how, he just said "Call me Vincent now"
Doubt it. Though if what I've heard is correct I might just be possessed, so who knows.
I guess I can, but I REALLY hate the feeling
Fine, let me type something up.
Disclaimer: I am straight and only attracted to females
I have a very vague memory of, one night, seeing the name Suryam or some shit on facebook or something.
Couple days pass without incident then I get a random text from a number ive never seen, asking if they could suck my dick.
Im like "what the fuck faggot" or something of that sort, to which this person responds "you were going to let me suck your dick the other night"
Once again, I'm like what the fuck I'll kill you.
So I go on facebook and search the phone number, and what comes up is some curry eating indian faggot with the name Suryam.
I look in my phone, no messages or calls from this number in the past at all.
This shit really has me mindfucked because I have no recollection of this other than a very small fraction of a second which is hazy in itself.
Really I'm disgusted with myself because of the possibility that I might have sent him a dick pic or something.
Can anybody expand on this perhaps?
i feel like youre going to "wake up" some day to some completely fucked scenario, like being naked and covered in someone elses blood on the highway or some shit. "oh vincent, always up to your little antics, arent you?"
but what if Vincent is the original, and when OP's Chris, he's really the fake/ other personality
vincent could be the real you, and vincent keeps wondering why parts of his life just go missing.
That is an active fear of mine yes, which leads into another story time
>Be me, 16, sitting awkwardly at a party one of my only friends was invited to
>He's off doing something
>I'm sitting here
>Vincent telling me to go get a drink or something, I look like a pussy
>I do the thing, and start awkwardly drinking something with tequila
>Friend comes over, two girls at his sides and both are drunk
>"Hey, Chris! Why don't you talk to Anonette here while me and Anonique go have some fun"
>Oh please no
>I am incredibly anxious, can't talk to people, and she's just lounging all over me
>"OH MY GOD. SHE WANTS YOUR DICK, YOU CUNT. LET ME TAKE IT"
>I feel myself slip out
>Wake up in friend's care
>Try to sit up, Oh god my head
>"Finally awake, Chirs?"
>Another friend is driving me and drunk friend home
>"What the hell happened, Anon?"
>"Well, Anonette's boyfriend wasn't too happy when you started feeling her up...and you kind of smashed his head into a table after he punched you."
>....what the fuck?
>"But that was the sweetest thing I've ever fucking seen! You are awesome!"
>My coolest moment of high school and I wasn't even there.
If I'm really stressed, it's sudden. But more often then not it's a little gradual and I recognize it a bit.
He honestly just doesn't want to talk to you guys. He thinks it was a stupid idea for me to make this, but I was bored.
I think I'm the main personality, but honestly I don't even know. If you think you've had existential identity issues...
I think you could have a much better relationship with Vincent and maybe even gain the ability to watch him control the body if you just allow him to take over in some social situations. He's probably just fed up with being locked out all the time.
do you know there's no such thing as multiple personality disorder and its just your way of dealing with getting molested when you were younger?
dammit, why am I even replying to your shit.
you're wrong, however being molested could quite possibly trigger something like this...
so basically, OP took it up the butt. he liked it, but Vincent didn't and thinks he's a faggot
Bone is pretty fucking hard. Have you ever seen someone try to stab a knife through a skull? In most places on the head, a knife will stick in but not touch the brain, including the frontal bone.
Sorry. My computer froze up a bit and Vincent started fucking laughing at me.
It's a bit more complicated than that. We've kind of developed this co-dependance thing. My anxiety has mostly abated, but that only happens because he is capable of dealing with what would really fuck me up. And at the same time, he can't take over for significant amounts of time. I just have this feeling it'll take a lot more than an after school special-style hugging it out to deal with this.
Don't think I was molested. If so, neither of us remember. Hell, he only really became a full-fledged thing when I was 12-13 and I definitely don't remember anyone touching my dingle around then.
have you had people who knew vincent was in control and stayed near you?
so you came back and at least directly knew what happened?
also, how do you maintain relationships with other people?
Ey yo Chris, fellow uncommon mental disorder sufferer reporting in
Psychologichal synesthesia and ocd make for a nice combo. basically i see sounds and have to align everything to patterns that don't really exist
we should get in touch, i feel like it could be interesting
Another story time for you guys for waiting on me. this is one of the very few times where I've ever been co-concious with Vincent
>Be at home over Christmas
>Trying to get my mother to sign my paperwork so that I can continue to go to school. My little brother is doing homework
>Dad comes in
>Asks me why I insist on going to bitchy liberal college
>I ignore him, tell my mom where to sign and get together the papers when it's all done
>"Chris, you fucking listen to your father!"
>Grabs my shirt and pushes me at wall
>I feel Vincent slip in, but I don't quite slip out
>He picks up a letter opener and holds it at my father
>Looks him dead in the eye
>"Listen, dick nozzle. Touch me again, and I'll castrate you and shove your balls down your throat"
>Dead silence as I am still holding the letter opener but I'm fully me again
>My dad just walks away
>My mother looks at me
>"You'll need a better knife for that"
Never met a guy with synesthesia.
He's a prick and would honestly just delete the thread.
I manage. three suicide attempts and what seems like 2000000 kg of antidepressants later i'm still goin' at it
do you have kik? skype? US cell phone? maybe we could learn from each other idk
there's a lot to say about synesthesia
He's more into the mentality of 'fighting' and I just want to run/talk it out.
My current girlfriend and one friend I sometimes hook up with know (semi-open relationship) but mostly Vincent stays away from my friends. I'm friends with a lot of kind of nerdy people and he just doesn't enjoy their company most of the time. Well, expect the one time he got several people to sleep with him at once. But unless he's drinking with/trying to sleep with the more attractive friends I have he's not interested.
Again, explaining to my current girlfriend why I had just slept with 4 people and how it honestly wasn't my fault. That was also the night I told her about my DID.
I'm 13, saw a men's underwear commercial, got aroused an my mind shattered. Couldn't close a door or turn lights off without switching it 16 times for 5 years.
Came out and it died down.
Depending on how you look at it, the person in my head has slept with more people than I have.
His auditory perception is tied directly to visual. So sounds actually form. I can sometimes hear color. It's fucking weird. I have only had it happen a few times so mine isn't an actual condition.
One time I tried hanging myself, but he took the rope and anything else and locked it all in the garage. I didn't find the stuff for a few days.
Another time I tried to OD on sleeping pills but he took over and made me throw them up.
Sounds like an awesome visual experience. Lurking for details
I get the visual/auditory part, I'm just wondering what it actually looks like. I've tripped psychedelics a bunch of times, curious to know if it's any similar
I listen to him when it comes to professional things and how to do serious things. He has his head on a bit straighter than mine under pressure.
Let me go take a leak and I'll type up another story
No. I can honestly say that we have never talked about her having sex with my mental disorder.
Sometimes. He's just kind of a bad person, but a decent enough friend.
Once he did. He knew the answer to a question on a language test I didn't and actually helped me get a passing grade.
Do you want a nice story, or more examples of him being a dick?
Dick stories are funnier in retrospect
>Me and him arguing over our room
>"Come on Chris, it's like a morgue. Can we get a poster or a plant or something?"
>"No, Vincent. I can't have posters and we'd probably just kill the plant."
>Later, scrolling through Facebook, see that the local greenhouse is having a sale
>"See? We can get one really cheap? Come on!"
>later, having an episode caused by work stress
>I come to, laying on my couch.I sit up.
>A fucking potted succulent plant is sitting on my windowsill.
>"The gardener told me her name is Carla. We're calling her Carla."
>we're calling her carla.
this thread just keeps getting better
now how about you write down another story so we can balance version 3 out?
Say hi to Carla everyone. We didn't end up killing the thing.
Seriously. I can't believe the shit that goes on in my life.
If you mean what I'd imagine him as if he were a real person, I think he'd be taller than me and probably look kind of like one of those people you see at the gym and beach all the time.
It was....interesting. But my therapist could corroborate and she said it actually explained some things.
fuck you if you think i'm gonna read this entire thread some candy ass made up
fucking retards probably aren't old enough to take a psych class
>Living in my current room with two other people
>My room is connected to the other bedrooms with a large common room
>Fridge is mine, mostly my stuff in there
>Feeling bad, just got into a fight with a classmate and I felt like a dick for telling them off over some dumb thing
>Vincent being mostly quiet, though occasionally telling me to do things.
>Mostly on auto-pilot. Semi-disassociated.
>Feel thirsty, start to go get a drink from my fridge
>Ignore him, go get a drink. My friends are sitting around.
>They stare at me
>"You....you fucking idiot" Vincent says
>"Chris" friend says "Why aren't you wearing clothes..."
more people know what he's talking about when he describes it as MPD, so thats what he originally called it on the title. .how about you take your head out of your ass and use your eyes before you start spewing ignorant shit.
you mean 3 other people?
I'm going to school in New York. I'm originally from Buttfuck, Nowhere (a.k.a. rural midwest. It's all the same)
I'll admit, that took me a moment.
Nope. But Vincent really likes Carla. I think he wants to get more plants soon-ish.
As far as food goes, I like anything spicy (especially Indian food), while he really loves appetizers like fried fish and wings.
Too bad multiple personality disorder has been stricken from the pages of legitimate psychology, and OP has been trolling this whole page. Oddly enough, I find more beauty in that.
There was a point where OP's computer crashed and Vincent was laughing his ass off because he thinks this thread was a stupid idea.
OP I'm going to archive my photobucket finds for you as a thank you for this amazing thread.
Do you ever give any thought to the fact that from a physical perspective, you two are technically one person? Like, how you still only have one body and one brain? What do you think caused your disorder? Also, can you type some of the things he's saying?
DID is caused by traumatic shit happening to you as a child. It happens cause you can't handle all the shit on your own so you create an alter-ego that takes it for you. I think it went something like that
Like I said, DID is just what I was diagnosed with and is now what most people mean when they talk about MPD. I know SOMETHING is happening to me. But fuck if I know what.
I'm letting you know now, if that happens. Then very realistically I just had a slip and Vincent is being an ass.
Well, I'm not dead. And that is mostly his doing. Good Guy Vincent won't let Chris kill himself.
Vincent. - 'Yeah. Like I'd actually let you kill us.'
you're a good man for preserving this thread.
Please don't be a legitimate retard. OP is more interesting in this case. There is no multiple personality disorder, yet some anon creates a thread as such, invents a backstory to substantiate claims. Which is more interesting, someone who may have this disproven disease or someone who is so desperate for attention that this thread is created?
I hope you realize that the OP is some fucktarded basement dweller spinning a fantasy ( a fantasy which includes deluding people on an anon forum as to some story he created in between telling his mom he'd do his laundry sometime and neglecting showeres for three weeks) that is so interesting you posted.
OP is God, Op is life. At least concerning this image board, he is.
I think you genuinely need to accept vincent could make you a more whole person, he actually sounds like a pretty cool rebellious guy. Talk to him and let him pilot more, You and your tyler durden type shit OP I'm loving this thread.
Have an OC wallpaper for being entertaining Chris N Vince
These 2 need to make a fucking TV show.
You found a story that is appealing to you, and posted as such. I'm not blasting you, man. I could give two fucks less how you act on this board. But really? MPD? No, c'mon, that doesn't even exist. You tried, fooled some people, but in the end you have your lies and maybe that holds some kind of satisfaction for you. Who am I to judge?
Vincent is the one reason why I've avoided that. I don't feel like taking the gamble as to what the fuck would happen.
Eh. Believe what you want. After everything's said and done this thread will be deleted for one reason or another and I'll go back to being a mostly-faceless anon.
I answered the thing about food. As for drinks, I like milk and he likes soda (which I hate) and I like vodka whereas he enjoys gin or whiskey.
Vincent - "I'm just keeping him from jumping off a building or ruining our life"
Exactly, this story will be said and done. Anyone who has tried starting a thread here will understand it is not easy. Reaches page 15, now 10, in under 5 minutes. You suceeded. Don't take that away from yourself, but don't act like it's the truth. Who are you deluding, the masses of 4chan or yourself?
my childhood friend i met at the age of 6 was diagnosed with DID. for some reason when we were around 16 (around the time of her diagnosis and when she would black out more. also when i was reading more about psychology and knew something was up before her parents did) one of her alter egos started to dislike me. at age 19 while we were attending college together she slept with my father, and that was that.
FUCK! This sounded familiar and now I know why.
This is like a reverse krieg from borderlands!
>op voice of reason and body
>vincent does what he wants but voice of reason (op holds him back
I don't know, but Vincent says he really liked some kind of honey whiskey he had at a party. Bushmills he thinks.
I like guy-heavy group things, Vincent likes BDSM things with just women.
I visit /tg/, I don't know where Vincent goes if he goes anywhere.
if you had a sitter you wouldn't be in any physical danger. I get your reasoning, but I feel as if it would be very interesting for you. and hell, you might even gain some insight into your condition. not trying to get all hippie-druggie on you, but you should do it. worst case scenario, you have a bad trip for a few hours
Good Guy Vincent
>Talking to some people at a hangout
>Light drinking, mostly just chill
>Sweet girl sitting next to me, but I can't look at her without getting nervous
>Vincent again mostly quiet
>But I still nope the fuck out and just disassociate because people are trying to talk to me and I'm feeling awful.
>When I come to, I'm sitting in a room I don't recognize
>The same girl comes in, and hands me some water
>"Are you feeling better Chris? I have some Alka-Seltzer if you need it"
>"N-no. I'm fine"
>I take a deep breath, cursing Vincent and try to talk
>It gets a bit easier
>Hours pass until I have to live
Two weeks later, I started dating her and I still am. Vincent got me my current and longest relationship
forgot the picture
himmel. naja, vllt nächstes mal
that knife's made of compressed nerve gas yo
Actually, Carla has been used as a sort of blackmail for us.
>I just got a paycheck so I decided I needed to go clothes shopping
>Just getting a bunch of cheap t-shirts, nothing major
>"Try to get something nicer than a graphic Tee, man."
>"Why on earth would I need that? I just need shirts."
>"Just get one button up shirt, ok? You get to buy all the shit."
>"No. Ok? I make the money, I get to buy the stuff."
>And I ended up buying the god damn fucking shirt.
lurk more rekt threads, then you will understand
eheheh. fits perfectly
man vincent sounds like a bro
but a bro none the less
why cant i have a vincent
i just have to stick with my psuedo-bipolar tendecies, maddening ADHD(which no one really even recognizes anymore because its soo over diagnosed), and OCD.
Like im already fucked in the head, why cant i be an enjoyable fucked in the head.
Its fucking horrible really.
lurk more REKT threds nig
Solider shoots nerve gas rounds.
I've dealt with it, but it's honestly terrifying a lot of the time. And there is always the worry that I'll be Vincent and one day just...not wake back up.
Plus the daily worry about memories.
I know right? OP probably thinks we are foolishly naive, but I want a Vincent! you could have conversations with yourself.
he would be the only other person who knows EXACTLY what youre going through, so he could be a nice counselor
What does it feel like to blink out to him?
You say disassociate, do you mean that in the sense that you go all Out of Body experience or is it just a blink and wake up kinda thing.
Im in the beginning stages of what I think is gonna end up to be some form of schizo or other psychosis and have been really interested in mental disorders because of this constant worry that im going to break and I dont know when and I need to know how to deal with it.
Huh. Kiddie stories.
>Be 13 year old me
>Vincent just kind of a thing, just a voice in my head
>I work in the libraries because fuck people my age
>Me being 3edgy5u kid
>3 fuckers walk in and start messing with the books I just shelved
>"Hey, can you please stop?" I say
>They laugh and push me down
>"They shouldn't do that" I hear the voice in my head say.
>Can't do anything
>That night, the voice comes back
>"You could stop them" I notice the carving knife I have, "Just, threaten them"
>I decide to keep it with me
>The three douche-keteers come back
>I pull the knife on them in the middle of the library
>Sight goes all wonky and I can't focus
>Hear myself talking
>"I will fucking cut you open if you come back in here and fuck with my books."
>What the fuck am I saying?
>They look weirded out and leave, never saying anything
>Decided later the voice can be called Vincent
Sometimes it's partial and I just feel kind of left of myself, but still aware. Other times I just black out.
It's mostly me in charge with him as a backseat driver that occasionally takes the wheel. But I don't know what it could be. I imagine if something really bad happens then I might just vanish for a while.
Ghosts AND wizards?! What the fuck!
Ok. That is a long-ass story, so stay with me if you want to hear it.
I didn't go to a therapist until I was in college and a thousand or so miles away from them. And I really don't want to tell them because I just want nothing to do with them anymore.