Wings Of Ink



Multiplicity – Rapid switching
‘Cascade switching’ is a term I coined after watching someone with multiplicity do an incredibly rapid series of switches over the course of a conversation. I’ve experienced it only a few times myself and I really hate it. Multiples are very different from each other when it comes to things like switching. Some switch frequently, some very infrequently. For some multiples switching a few times in a week would be highly unusual. For others switching a few times an hour is quite normal. I lean more towards the latter. It’s quite normal (hah) for me to switch all through my day, even if one is mostly out over a week, others will tend to peek out here and there, even if it’s just a young one noticing the jar of cookies in the cupboard or being distracted by little kids running around on tv.
Cascade switching is something else. It’s switching so fast and so frequently that it feels and looks something like shuffling through a deck of cards face up, almost too quickly to register what’s on each card. I’ve noticed that it seems to have been triggered in the cases I’ve seen by huge news that impacts everyone in the system (eg news of a death in the family), by encountering a situation that no one in the system can handle, so the switching just speeds up and becomes chaotic, or, as in my case, by the start of a new relationship. I’ve also done this when I’ve been under threat in dangerous therapeutic relationships.
It’s deeply unsettling, I’m switching from one sentence to the next, or even part way through sentences. My ability to track information is overtaxed by the chaos, and breaks down. We can’t tell who is out anymore, what we were doing, who we are with, even what year it is. The dissociation becomes overwhelming and I feel like I’m drowning blind and can’t even tell what way to swim to get to air.
For some multiples this is a common occurance. Their systems are highly fluid, parts constantly changing, disappearing, new ones being formed. Their experience of life is so chaotic and dangerous that their system doesn’t settle into a stable pattern but stays in a state of turbulence. Stability hasn’t served them for survival so they gear towards flux instead. These people are often not diagnosed as multiples because the DSM concept of DID presumes stability.
I’m settling down finally which is great. It’s been a few weeks of cascade switching with the occasional stable day or evening around my girlfriend, but that’s settling more into my usual patterns of at least having someone out for an hour or so. Not to mention that’s making it a bit easier for her to work out what’s going on or have some capacity to predict how I’ll react to her. I’ve been trying to unpick what’s driving it for me and I’ve been able to pin down a few things. One is that most of my system are keen to meet her. Another is anxiety about forming a ‘one-part bond’. Most of my friendships used to be this kind of bond, a few still are – where the connection is only to one part and no one else in my system thinks of that person as a friend, or even recognises them. (this makes life awkward when you run into people unexpectedly, that blank confusion that always makes me feel broken and ashamed) This is not what I want, because we are all parts rather than entirely separate people, we are all missing information about our life, and also missing skill sets. We are vulnerable to bad dynamics and painful relationships when only one part is involved and making decisions. We make much better decisions as a team. For a really important relationship like a romance, it’s even more crucial that everyone in my system is aware, involved, and has a voice in what’s happening. That doesn’t mean that the kind of relationship is the same with all the parts, but that there is a relationship of some kind being developed. So I think anxiety about that has been pushing up the switching – whenever one part is out for a while and things are stable, the anxiety spikes and the switching amps up. The downside is that cascade switching is so stressful and confusing that it’s very difficult to navigate a relationship with someone in the grip of it.
Pacing seems to be helping me get out of it. The obsessive focus you feel in a new relationship is delicious – you want not just to be with them all the time, but to climb under their skin, into their mind, investigate and submerge yourself… But the dating, the meet and part and meet again cycle is helping me settle back into my own cycles. Making the effort to keep the same part around for an hour or the whole night – then making the effort to have another part who wants to connect or communicate be present next time, we’re slowing down and things are becoming clearer. Trying to find a middle ground between adapting to another person where switches are triggered by how they are and what they need, and the kind of switching we do alone where they are entirely generated by our own needs… that’s a huge challenge! I can do one or the other, but trying to meld something between is a complex ask. A whole new kind of dance.
For more information see articles listed on Multiplicity Links, scroll through posts in the category of Multiplicity, or explore my Network The Dissociative Initiative.
Trashing the house
Because, clearly, that’s what you do when you’re feeling pushed for deadlines and rearranging your schedule to fit in new projects… Overhaul your filing system. Then invite around a whole bunch of friends for chocolate chip waffles and ginger beer and monty python skits. I may not be getting a lot done but I sure am enjoying myself!
So, you have an eating disorder…
Call me on 8297 4011 (I’ll be starting on Monday and will return any calls if you leave a message) or send me an email to ed@aceda.org.au
The first resources I will be getting back up and running since the ED offices have been empty are responding to phone calls (and messages) and emails that have banked up, and sprucing up the professional referral list (for people looking for a counsellor, dentist, gp etc with some experience with eating disorders) so that it’s current and useful. After that… well, that partly depends on what people ask for. So get in touch and let me know. đ
Meet Vincent
This is Vincent. He’s going to live in my office at Aceda, ready to give big cuddles to me, clients, other staff, or anyone who wanders in looking like they need it. He’s very big and slightly soft, slightly scratchy, with ears you can rub and a long pointy nose that gives him a bit of an anxious expression. He loves cuddles and needs at least one a day. Major update!
I have another job! I’ve contracted to Aceda, a local mental health organisation with a particular focus on eating disorders, anxiety, and obsessive-compulsive issues. I am tremendously excited about this, lying in bed at night with ideas for new recovery workshops, thoughts about possible groups, and cunning plans for re-organising the cutlery drawer in the work kitchen running through my brain… A whole new project to sink my teeth into! I’m in my element.
I’m also doing a major restructure of my schedule! My 2012 goal list has frankly been outstripped and overtaken. This has been the most incredible year, starting with a safe home of my own in January, and exploding into opportunities, friendships, and creative endeavours. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around how much my life has changed in such a short time. Finally work that I’ve been doing quietly in many different areas has all started to take off at once. It’s like standing in a fireworks factory that’s exploding. I adore it!
The challenge now is to prune what I can’t manage. This is heartbreakingly difficult. As a multiple, it is not in my nature to focus exclusively on one domain, however much I may wish to. It is essential for my mental health to be working on different goals and projects in different areas. Creating balance is a tremendous challenge! So, I am looking at all my goals and projects and setting aside those that don’t need my urgent attention. The self publishing project will be moved off to next year. Plans for the garden are being culled but not entirely discarded. I will not be working with my voice hearing group Sound Minds for this term, although I will keep up the campfire social nights. I will not be running the same-sex attracted young women’s group The Gap for this term either, although I plan to stop by whenever I can. I am maintaining two subjects in the art degree, and also maintaining the dissociation and/or multiplicity group Bridges. I will be adding in work at Aceda, and reorganising my housework and art homework days. I will be maintaining the volunteer work with Radio Adelaide, and shrink appointments. I will be adding in at least one evening a week spent down the beach with Zoe, standing with my feet in the water and the breeze blowing the stress out of my brain. I will be nailing down one night a week to be alone, allow any switches that need to happen, especially making time for young ones or unhappy ones, or time to make our own art (rather than art for the degree) or write. I will be making sure there’s time off; one gaming night a week with my sister, and space for socialising built in. I’m uncertain about maintaining or temporarily pruning back on facepainting, and about this blog. I’ll have to trial a few weeks of the new schedule and see how I’m keeping up and how everyone in my system is feeling.
I’m still dating my lovely girlfriend, which is wonderful, and not good for getting any sleep! It’s requiring higher levels of self control than I feel like possessing to hang up the phone at a reasonable time. We’re also reading Harry Potter to each other, taking turns with the chapters, which is pretty good stress reduction. đ
Stay tuned! Exciting things afoot. đ
Enforced Rest
Courtesy of some virus. I’ve barely left my bed in 36 hours. I’m ranging between feeling philosophical about it, to hysterically overwhelmed by the exposure of my exhibition, the piles of admin, horrible things going on for some of my mates, and life in general. For someone who’s been sick a lot, I still don’t cope with it very well!
Today my grand plan is to have a bath and wash my hair. If things go well I might get some laundry done too. Clean clothes would be nice. Rest, rest.
A Good Night
The evening gathering for She Dreams went really well. Some of my favourite people in the world came along, and some lovely new friends too. I’m now tucked up in bed with a sore throat and achy joints, filing it all away in my memory. It was wonderful and challenging and distressing and liberating to share such personal art work, and I’m very proud of the exhibition.
If you were hoping to attend but couldn’t make it, the exhibition will continue to be open Mon – Fri, 9 – 5 for the rest of October. Free entry, pop by, have a browse, leave a comment. đ
In other news, I won an award at The Knack on Monday night, for my ink painting in there called The Dreamer. The award was in the category of Expression, for the artwork that best conveyed a feeling or idea. Funnily enough, I took out the exact same award last year! đ
United States of Tara
I’m often asked what I think of this show, and it’s not an easy question to answer. It’s a highly divisive topic in the multiple community and I’m always mindful of very strong feelings for and against by a lot of people who feel pretty disempowered and marginalised already.
Personally, I’ve watched the whole show. As a television show, I think it works. It’s interesting and funny and thought provoking. It’s entertainment. I laugh through it. As a multiple and mental health activist passionate about multiplicity, I have mixed reactions. I love that everyone in Tara’s family has ‘issues’. She’s not the wreck in a perfect family. I love using humour to talk about big important issues- although I also recognise that for some other people, this feels painful and humiliating. Personally, I’ve plenty of funny stories about the complications of life as a multiple and I’m glad I can navigate things with a sense of humour. I like that they consistently treat the multiplicity as ‘real’ and show the confusion and distress of not having it treated as real. I think it’s good that there’s a clear childhood trauma link established. Raising awareness of the experience of multiplicity is a good thing.
But there are also things that deeply frustrated me about the show. I find Tara’s switching actually painful to watch. It’s hard to communicate how deeply uncomfortable it makes me, the best analogy I’ve been able to come up with, is to try and imagine how it feels to watch a close relative stripping… just… ugh! This representation of switching isn’t inaccurate, although it is misrepresentative. A smaller percentage of multiples switch like Tara, very obviously, to a small, stable set of highly recognisable parts. The majority of multiples switch covertly. The transitions are subtle and hidden from most people, or only occur when they’re alone/in therapy/with their closest friends. Making me feel uncomfortable is not a criticism, but what really bothers me is that Tara’s presentation of multiplicity is not put into a context. It wouldn’t have been difficult to write in brief interactions with some other multiples who have different presentations, whether she met them in person, read about them in biographies, or talked with them online. Presenting Tara as a typical multiple is frustrating for someone like me. I have to contend with the sideways glances as people try to catch me switch. I have been asked by shrinks or support workers to switch on demand. I also have to manage the typical reactions of people who are permitted to observe an obvious switch, which is usually fear and fascinated voyeurism.
This brings me to my next major concern about Tara. The show brings up some of the greatest fears experienced by multiples or by the general community about multiples. ‘Younger’ parts making sexual advances to a young person. Parts being killed off or disappearing. Parts who embody an abuser. A multiple who cannot be trusted to care for an infant. I’m not saying these things never happen, but when the public understanding of multiplicity is based on Tara, Sybil, and numerous serial killer movies, this makes me angry. This is not representative of multiples! I have never ever put a child at risk, been sexually inappropriate with a child, and none of my system are abusers, violent, sociopathic, or sadistic. Multiples watched this series, saw some of our worst fears brought to life, and we’re left without answers, without assurance, and for many of us, without any other resources or supports in our lives. I feel this is shortsighted at best and unethical at worst. So many of us are so alone, so afraid of ourselves, so stigmatised, labouring under books of rigid advice about how we should function, stuck with a medical model that construes multiplicity as a sickness, and treated by the wider community as serial killers and freaks. I think conversations and depictions of multiplicity need to be sensitive to this context, and to maintain hope, honesty, freedom, diversity, and respect. I think Tara starts this conversation but falls a long way short of the hopes I had for it as a resource and tool to advocate on behalf of multiples.
For more information see articles listed on Multiplicity Links, scroll through posts in the category of Multiplicity, or explore my Network The Dissociative Initiative.
I’m dating :)
It’s been a mammoth week here for me, and with 2 exhibition launches this week and a major sculpture project due on Monday… it’s not going to ease up anytime soon. It’s getting challenging to find time to write the blog! Over this last week I’ve had the wedding of two dear friends (to each other), a friends mental health crisis, vandalism happening around my home, and I’ve officially started dating a wonderful woman I first met in the online dating scene. We’ve been talking and catching up for almost 4 weeks now and we’ve just done the big status change on facebook. đ
Needless to say, I’m feeling slightly dazed! On top of the world, anxious, excited, exhausted, frustrated, happy… I think I’ve hit every emotional note and then some this week.
Dating as a multiple is complicated. My girlfriend knows of my situation and we’re doing a lot of talking. I’m learning a lot and my system is adjusting to the new circumstances. I’m working on foreseeing and avoiding at least the obvious possible problems (such as leaving the other person feeling rejected when some parts need time to themselves), and discovering that being a multiple in a relationship doesn’t all have to be trauma and downsides… in fact it can be fun, silly, enjoyable, slightly bizarre, and always interesting! There’s a lot of role swapping and different kinds of bonds being formed as different parts turn up to say hello.
So, that’s been my week. Off to The Knack tonight, hope your week is going well!
Mexican Folk Art Shoes!
She Dreams Exhibition Evening Gathering!
Wednesday 10th October
6pm
Fullarton Park Centre
411 Fullarton Road, Fullarton
Free entry
Open to everyone
Invitation on facebook
Come to the front entrance, please knock or phone if you are late because we must keep the doors locked at all times for security purposes. We are allowed nibbles so feel free to bring something to eat if you’re coming straight from work. Hope to see you there! đ
Nobody
There’s out…
…and then there’s out to your neighbours… I’ve been having a rough time since I moved in, with one neighbour shouting at me and sending the occasional hostile letter. In the last few months I’ve woken up a couple of times to find some minor vandalism. Last week was a bit special, had one of my windows super-glued shut. đŚ
This morning I was busy painting shoes and I could hear this neighbour complaining about me to others in my block which was pretty unpleasant. I turned up the music and kept my head down.
This afternoon I discovered that the local Messenger was running the story about me for Big Circle Arts and Mental Health week. Hence the sudden interest by the neighbours. (the last time I was interviewed by The Messenger, it didn’t run the story in my local area)

My first reaction is to feel ill. Stressed, exposed, discredited, humiliated, targeted. Feels like being back at school.
My second reaction (thank god for parts, they always have a different view) is defiance. I have nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m a decent person and a respectful neighbour. People can think what they like, I’m holding my head up and I’m happy with my life. Out is where I wanted to be.
Another Exhibition!
The Box Factory Community Centre (Adelaide City Council)
Time:Â 6-8.30pm
Event:Â The Knack
A mixed arts event Featuring the second of our Big Circle art exhibition openings which will feature awards in 5 categories. The opening by Jeanette Milford, Glensideâs Music Therapist and the creator of Bach to Blues, with Eugene Suleau as the MC will be followed by singer Michelle Threadgold and performers from Cracking Up group including Adam Gould, Suzie Siebert, Helen Keene, Abner Bradley and Kathryn Hall in a variety of skits and stand up routines.
Free event.
Space Shoes!
I know, I know, I owe you a blog post. What can I say? I’m slack, I’m busy, I’m on holidays… đ however, check out my latest art shoes! I was asked for our solar system: the sun and 8 planets. They’re gorgeous đ I tried to get relative sizes correct, but the gas and ice giants are so big the other planets would just be specks! I settled for looking up the NASA Hubble telescope shots of the planets, to get the colours as accurate as possible. Pretty damn pleased.
Adaptation and Control
The capacity to adapt is one my strengths, and it’s a very common one for dissociative multiples. Chameleon like, we often switch to new parts to manage new environments or situations. People who are rigid and inflexible in the way they approach the world usually struggle during times of change or through experiences of trauma. Adaptation has tremendous power to help us navigate complex circumstances and draw upon different personal attributes in different situations.
However, too much adaptation can become destructive. This is something I have really struggled with. The metaphor I use is of having my feet welded to railway tracks. I am not a free agent who can go where they wish, rather I only travel the tracks laid out for me. What this means practically is that I can really struggle to run my own life when I’m stressed. I lose my capacity to initiate anything. I am adept at coping with adapting to what other people around me choose to do, but making choices of my own has been very challenging. I’ve worked very hard to manage these problems and feel more in control of my own life.
For me, I spent a great many years in various stressful situations where I could not escape, and I could not control what was happening. I did not have the power to make major decisions about my life. I could not choose where or with whom I lived, not to go to school, or to influence any of the decisions the adults in my life made. Because many of my experiences were traumatic, this basically trained me that life is something I adapt to, not something I control. I try to carve enough breathing room from the space that is left after everyone else has made their choices. I have been conditioned to be compliant (or passive aggressive) rather than free.
As an adult, this is a useless framework. It severely limits my freedoms, stops me taking charge of my own life, and has tended to play into abusive relationships. I have had to work hard to retrain myself to be the person in charge of my own life. Even now, when I’m very tired or run down, I feel those old train tracks under my feet, and that sense of being trapped by my choices and unable to make changes.
There are many things I’ve done to break this training. The first step for me has been recognising it. There is a particular grief that I feel when I’m trapped in it, a horrible, paralyzing depression that I have learned to recognise means I have lost control of my own choices. Many things can trigger that loss of control. Some common ones for me have been:
- being dependent on someone else for a basic resource like housing
- feeling trapped by difficult circumstances such as caring for someone with severe mental illness
- feeling trapped by choices made by other parts that are not what I would have chosen
- being paralysed by fear or guilt in a relationship
- not standing up for myself in a power struggle
- not saying what I really think or feel
- feeling betrayed by a part in some way eg. sharing my journal entry without permission, talking in a derogatory way about me to someone, giving away my clothes or belongings
Once we’d started to tease out what sets off this experience, we’ve all started to work on each of the issues. Mandating system wide that no one is to be abusive or disrespectful to anyone else, or to throw out anyone’s belongings was a fairly easy process for us. Learning to say what we really think or feel has been much slower and longer. Many parts have excellent skills in that area and are comfortable and confident. However many are crippled by social anxiety, a desire to please, a fear of abuse, and really struggle to clearly define themselves. We’ve taken a two pronged approach to this – firstly to support all parts to be able to learn these skills as they can, and secondly to switch to more confident parts if they are being overwhelmed and crashing. Both have taken time to develop, and a safe place to retreat back to, to process all the complex feelings associated with it. This process brought up a lot of intense feelings, fear that I was being mean, fear of being perceived as selfish, fear of arguments or hostility, struggling to learn how to disagree in a warm and friendly way, struggling to learn how to set boundaries before I’d become furious and resentful. (or switched to someone furious and resentful!) It was amazing the sense of freedom that came from being able to do very little things like say warmly ‘That’s not been my experience’ in a situation where I felt dominated and everyone else in the room agreed with each other. Just a tiny little sentence like that would lift the sense of crushing weight, of being trapped and owned, and suddenly we were Sarah again, and could breathe.
Most of these issues for me/us have taken a lot of work and a long time, but even very small gains have been powerful. I’m not finished yet, some areas are very strong now and some are much more fragile and rocky, but enough work has been done that I am able to exercise a lot of control in my life now, to make big independent decisions about what I do with my time, who I spend time with, what degree to pursue, how to run my house. I am gradually learning the skills to be the leader in my life, practicing through things like training a strong willed dog, forcing myself to make decisions without checking them out with anyone for their approval, learning how to be more adaptive to internal needs and conflicts instead of accidentally trapping a whole system of parts into choices only a few of us want.
This issue of over-adapting and losing initiative is a very common one for those of us who have been traumatised, particularly through abusive relationships. Breaking the training that making independent decisions is profoundly dangerous can be tricky and take lots of time. But it certainly is possible. If this is a difficult area for you, perhaps a similar approach will be useful – notice what makes it worse and work on those issues. Some days you’ll make progress and other’s you’ll crash and burn, but it’s surprising how it does all add up over time. Everytime you look after yourself, speak up for yourself, make a decision in your own best interest, you exercise a little more power over your own life, you reclaim a little more freedom. And that experience is so thrilling, so liberating, so nourishing, that it all snowballs and becomes easier and easier. If you’re at the start of that process, take heart. đ
A Day Off
Took the whole day off yesterday! Slept for 11 hours which was badly needed, then spent half the day in bed, reading, journaling, and having brilliant art ideas…
I’m so inspired seeing my work up, my brain has been firing with exhibition ideas, launch possibilities (most art launches are painfully dull and involve lots of speeches… I’m thinking of fire breathing performances instead… ) and ideas for new works… I can actually really conceive of a professional arts practice for myself, up until now it has been so much a matter of faith/wistful hope…
I do so much wrong really to be a professional artist. You’re told to stick to one medium, develop a recognisable style, and once you have something marketable, to mine the work for all it’s worth. I’m hopeless at all of this! I don’t like the idea of artificial exclusivity through limited edition prints, I like the idea of anyone who likes or finds an artwork helpful being able to get their hands on a print. I like art that’s accessible rather than alienating, and deeply personal. I hate replicating a work, I’m always looking to make something new… But maybe there’s a niche for me after all. I can see the possibilities and I’ve been luxuriating in that. I’ve so much to create, so much I want to say, and finally my life is stable enough that I think it’s going to happen. Magic. Resting and dreaming and finding confidence in the identity of an artist.
The Exhibition Is Up!
I spent a frantic morning before Bridges yesterday putting up all the artwork for this exhibition. The previous evening I had titled and written a brief description of each work, I dashed off to the library first thing to print these. When I arrived at Fullarton Centre, I found a corridor with newly installed overhead rails from which to hang the art. These are simply awesome, I would love to install them all through my house. The downside was being given a milk crate of tangled line and hooks to hang the art with. đ I was madly rushing up and down this corridor, wrestling with lengths of clear nylon line and trying not to fall over my own feet. I arranged all the work, strung it up, cut out the titles, blue tacked everything discretely, and jumped up and down with excitement before running off to group. It really did look good, something special. I can finally really envisage my first solo exhibition somewhere with loads of new work and a big wonderful launch… I’m not quite there yet but at last it feels within my grasp! I’m tremendously proud of the work, to have created so much under such difficult circumstances, and kept it safe, it’s such a joy to me. There’s so much more still to come, my brain bursts at the seams with new images and ideas!
The descriptions is very new for me, it opens each work up so much more to reveal my personal imagery and symbolism. It was alarming to write because of this exposure! But I also think it is very powerful. So much modern art locks the viewer out, it is incomprehensible and alienating. I want to do the opposite, to invite people in, to be open and share the keys to understanding my work, to communicate through art.
But wow, is it revealing!
Earlier this week a reporter and photographer from the Messenger came by to put a story in the paper about Mindshare and the whole Big Circle Arts Exhibition Trail. I did an interview for the Messenger last year, which was fantastic. At the time I only disclosed that I had ‘a dissociative disorder’. This time I talked about DID, multiplicity, parts, the whole shebang. First time I’ve done that with the media. I felt pretty ill for the rest of the day. But, I’m also proud of myself. One more message that this stuff is real and ‘normal’, not freakish or scary. Nibbling away at the myths and stigma. I’m hoping the art exhibition will do that too. The stress and anxiety and exposure are pretty high, but so is the delight and pride and excitement. I hope I’ve made the right calls.
Multiplicity – Is naming parts harmful?
This post follows on from an earlier one called I am not Sarah.
Some people who have, or work with those who have, multiplicity get very anxious about parts having names. There is an idea that naming parts will increase separation, that it supports the ‘illusion of independence’ and will reduce internal harmony and health.
There’s a lot of ideas tied into this premise that I think are worth examining:
- The first is that names have power. This is an interesting idea, as an avid reader of fantasy I find it often. The Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula LeGuin is a perfect example, where people have their ‘usenames’ they use everyday, and their ‘truenames’, which they keep deeply secret or share only with those they most trust. To know someone’s truename is to be able to exercise power over them. Our entire field of psychology is based on the idea that to name something through diagnosis is helpful, will aid understanding and communication and help give you power over it also.
- The second is that naming a part will make it more separate. I’ve read arguments back and forth between therapists about how to identify parts, which terms are best, about whether to ‘correct’ multiples if they refer to their parts as people. I’ve read of multiples who refuse to name or allow names for their parts, or who become intensely anxious if their parts choose names because of this idea that naming confers independent existence.
- The third is that increasing the separation of parts is a bad thing. This comes from the medical model of DID. In this model, you are mentally ill, and it is your parts that indicate you are sick. Health is about getting rid of the parts, through integration or exorcism or suppression or whatever. Once all the parts are gone, you’re well again. Anything that makes the parts more separate or to function more independently of one another is going in the wrong direction as the goal is to merge everyone together or to collapse those parts that are ‘not needed’ and leave just one.
It interests me that each of these ideas are generally ‘accepted truths’, because investigating accepted truth is often fruitful. What do we think, why do we think these things, and how do we know they are right?
Some people read my outing of myself as multiple I am not Sarah, as a declaration that I disagree with allowing parts to have names, forcing everyone to operate under the group name Sarah. Not so!
My system, pre-diagnosis, used to organise itself roughly into a few groups. A handful who thought of themselves as Sarah, and who did a lot of day to day living and surviving. A handful who only turned up in very close relationships and thought of themselves as our middle name, Katherine. A handful who gave themselves no names but were clear that they were not Sarah, and would occasionally write very unhappy poetry about how much Sarah annoyed them. And lastly, the deeply cut off and buried ones who also were without names, without time ‘out’, just buried. Some slept, some screamed.
This is a pretty lousy structure. We’ve re-organised a lot over the years. Part of this process was finding a group name that everyone could shelter under, so that we didn’t have to identify individually. We chose Sarah, and disallowed any individual part from using that name for themselves, and the same with Katherine, because both names had such importance to us, and because the psych approach tends to create a hierarchy according to who has the birth name. The greatest threat to our functioning was now perceived to be the psych system, so we restructured partly to protect ourselves from them.
Everyone in my system (ie, me included) has either a name, or a title, or both. This is what makes it possible to communicate with and about each other. Therapy for example, can become extremely complicated if you are trying to talk about which of 8 Sarah’s you are trying to refer to! We can often deliberately trigger each other out using names or titles – maintaining their presence can be trickier, but calling someone’s name will often make us switch to them. It was engaging this process that was part of convincing us initially that we were multiple. Some multiples discover parts who already have names, so the whole question of whether parts should have names is moot. In my case things got pretty interesting at the point of awareness, with many parts very excited about names or titles (by titles I mean things like “The sad one”, “The librarian”, or “The 7 year old”. none of these are used in my system) Some parts, particularly a couple of younger ones, got very excited and rather confused and chose a lot of names for themselves until we worked out they weren’t remembering their previous choices and were accidentally making system mapping pretty confusing. This was a frightening and confusing time and we were worried that this process might make us ‘worse’.
Now, we’re pretty relaxed about the whole thing. I never give a fixed number for how many parts there are in my system, because I never assume that our system map is completely accurate and finished, and I’m comfortable with that. We have never yet been comfortable about openly identifying as individuals – on many blogs by multiples there will be a page where you can read about their system members – and I’ve always admired that, but it makes us feel incredibly exposed also! Maybe one day.
- So what about those first three assumptions? How have they played out for us? Well, names were powerful. Names took us out of darkness, incoherent and terrified. With names, came relationships.
- Did names increase separateness? Hmmm, that’s a difficult question to answer. My system has known a lot of internal wars over the years, massive power conflicts, terrible distress from banished members, parts getting lost and not coming out for many years… Relationships were the start of changing all of that. We also all tried to operate as some kind of middle ground between us – between the extremes of adult/child, dark/light, serious/silly, functioning/wounded… the result of which was that nobody was every really able to be who or how they are. All of us were scrunched in a box too small, limited by an idea of who ‘Sarah’ was that was painfully ill-fitting. Instead of continuing to cramp us all, we have changed and expanded the idea of who ‘Sarah’ is. So, in that sense, yes, part of the process has been about becoming more separate, being able to be ourselves.
- Lastly, has this separation been harmful? Well, no. My system has spread wings and we’ve all reveled in the freedom to be who and how we are in the world… while actually coming together to share a deep commitment to values that bind us as a tribe and help us function together. Our leaders have inspired us, have treated the wounded ones with care and the hostile ones with respect, and we have come to find value in our differences and to stop being threatened by each other the way we used to be. We are far more separate in some respects, and far more united in others. In this, has been health and peace.
I don’t share my experiences to suggest that this is the ‘right way’. Everyone’s path is unique, and it can help to hear a variety of ideas about paths to recovery. Certainly in my case, names have not been something catastrophic or something to fear. If you have parts who deeply desire names, perhaps fear is not needed. Perhaps this can be the start of awareness and light in processes that have been happening unconsciously and in the dark. Perhaps if you don’t think of them as symptoms of your illness, you’ll be able to relate to them with more warmth.
For more information see articles listed on Multiplicity Links, scroll through posts in the category of Multiplicity, or explore my Network The Dissociative Initiative.
Exhibition!
And not getting much time for blogging, sorry about that đ
A poem by my voice
She wrote this poem, with a little help from one of us.
Unseen and unbidden I’m carried inside
Through fire and darkness and brief times of peace
Without voice without choice without hope without name
No skin for my own to wrap up my dreams in.
Only the void and the places all hollow,
Only the terror the loss and the death
Without resurrection, no golden tomorrow
The failure beyond all hope of redemption.Â
I was supposed to make it all better
Bring life and give hope and make wings for the broken
Be pure, and good, and holy, and chaste
Unchanged and unchanging, untouched and untouching.
But here in the pit of the brain came the darkness
The place I was left when the light went away
And the monsters they caught me and made me their own
So all my light failed and all my love died.Â
Breakthrough on displaying inks!
One of my many goals this year has been to find an inexpensive, professional way of presenting and protecting my ink paintings. I am working hard on moving my arts practice towards the professional, but I still need to work around my chronic shortage of funds. Framing each work is simply not an option. Framing a few for exhibition is more manageable but still crippling, and in the meantime new works are being stored in cardboard envelopes all over my studio.
I finally found the photography and print system where works are bagged in clear celo bags, with a strong car backing to stop them being bent. I’ve trialled some different types and sizes of bags and found one I like that’s sold in Australia here.
I turned down the idea of matting for presentation because I love that my works are all different sizes (which would require hand cutting each piece of matting exactly – which involved maths. Ahem!) and I love the ragged edge on the torn paper… enter photo corners! After seeing a lovely paper work mounted in a gallery using photo corners recently I was ecstatic! Yesterday I sat down to order some supplies and looked at several hundred types of photo corners… there’s a few essential things that I need. They must be archival, acid free, obviously. I’d like them to be very unobtrusive and neat, no daggy tears from batches being pulled apart or things of that nature. I’d like them to exactly colour match my cream paper OR the black backing card. And I need to be able to afford them. The more I looked at, the less happy I was. I stumbled across some templates and decided to try and make my own. It was fiddly and time consuming but SO WORTH IT! I can exactly colour match, they are almost invisible unless pointed out, they do no damage at all to the work but secure it firmly, and I can make the corners to the best size for the work instead of being stuck with a standard size that overwhelms tiny inks and is insufficient for large ones. Whee! Check this out:
Larger corners for a larger work.
Or teeny little ones for a tiny work:

One step closer! Very excited and pleased with myself. đ
Sex and mental illness
I’ve never heard anyone discuss this topic. It’s a non topic, like the whole disability sector I think the assumption is that if you’ve got a mental illness, you’re not having sex, you’re no longer even a sexual person. It is a non issue in your life, to the extent that you also have not noticed that other people have sex, so you don’t even have feelings about that. (this is starting to change in disability) There are incredibly thorny issues here that people are struggling to navigate alone, often without information, without language, without the ability to communicate about it. This makes me furious!
Imagine your partner has bipolar. Part of mania can be an increased libido. Is sex during mania ethical? Is refusing it on the basis of your assessment of their manic state rejection? Your partner is a multiple. You have a romantic, sexual relationship with the part who is out most of the time. A different part comes out one night and wants to be sexual. Where do you stand? (more information on Multiplicity and Relationships) Your partner has depression. You want to comfort them. Is sex okay? What about if you have to coax them into it? People everywhere, every day are trying to navigate these kinds of dilemmas, and are doing so in a culture that refuses to discuss any of this. We talk about sex incessantly, but we so rarely get beyond ‘nudge nudge, wink wink’. In mental health we don’t talk about it at all.How do you navigate issues of consent and coercion with people (or as people) who are at times, not in their right minds? How do you even determine when that might be? What about with those who have been sexually traumatised? Who are often so deeply ashamed, feel so profoundly broken and guilty, and desperate to ‘make it up to’ their partner, that the power imbalance makes genuine consent almost impossible to determine? What do you do if they have a panic attack during sex? If a child part comes out? If they dissociate or become catatonic? If they weep? If they pressure you? If they want you to re-enact a sexual trauma with them? (more information on Intimacy after Abuse)
All of these things need communication. For many of these issues, there is not a one-size-fits-all answer, there is a unique and deeply personal understanding between those involved about what constitutes love, fidelity, betrayal. One person coming down off a manic high may feel abused by sexual contact during the mania, while another person may feel patronised and humiliated by rejection. Too many people don’t find this out until after making difficult decisions on the fly. It doesn’t need to be this way, and in mental health I believe we should be starting these conversations. We should be opening that door and helping people to think about these things before they find themselves in a catch-22 situation. We should be talking about meds and libido. About cardio-vascular health and sexual function. About diverse sexuality and gender. About unwanted celibacy, which is an agonising result of chaotic behaviour for some people with mental illness. About sustaining emotional and sexual intimacy through episodes of illness. About the risks of the carer role, parent-child dynamics, the loss of erotic interest in the ‘sick’ partner, and how to reverse it. About sex post-PTSD. These are deep and critical aspects of people’s lives and we have no right to pretend they are not relevant. We deserve honest, open, caring conversations about them.
I’ve now written a series of articles about emotionally safer sex that’s relevent for people with anxiety, trauma, or mental illness struggles. It starts with Safe Sex 1. Checking In.




