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Recently, I've been thinking a lot about queer friendship and how special and wonderful it can be. Part of why I am thinking about this is that when I came out as transgender four years ago, I lost a lot of my non-queer friends. It was really painful. They just couldn't show up for me as I transitioned more fully into my life as Daniel. While it was painful and hard to lose so many friends (and even some family members), this loss paved the way for me to make new queer friends. In these queer relationships, I started to see I could be myself. There was a layer of authenticity to my queer friendships that was missing in my previous life. Today, I'll break down a few of the elements that make queer friendship so affirming. At the end of this post, I will also share tips on how to make new queer friends if you find yourself wanting more in the queer friendship department.
Routines and visual schedules can help a parent with dissociative identity disorder (DID). Growing up, my life was marked by unpredictability. I found myself perpetually in a hypervigilant fight-or-flight crisis mode. When I was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder, I thought I would spend the rest of my life in this mode. When I found out I was going to be a parent, the idea of parenting the way I functioned for most of my life terrified me. Little did I know I would soon discover the power of routine and visual schedules as a parent with DID. 
I have found that being too overwhelmed can lead to a loss of executive function. Basically, my head gets filled with life's troubles and illness, and then it can't think complicated thoughts. That's the crux of it. The thing is, complicated thoughts like those involved in planning and problem-solving are pretty crucial for getting through your day. So, how do we deal with the effects of overwhelm on executive function?
Recently, I posed a challenge to myself to see if I could tolerate one day without a fitness tracker. This experiment should have been simple: Just set the device aside, then continue with all my normal activities for about 12 hours. The key phrase here is "should have been simple." But to be honest, it was so painfully difficult. Here's why I took on this endeavor—plus the humbling lessons I learned from one day without a fitness tracker. 
Opening up about borderline personality disorder (BPD) symptoms can present unique challenges, and disclosing this condition to immigrant Filipino parents adds another layer of complexity. My BPD symptoms include intense mood swings, fear of abandonment, and unstable self-image. Opening up about my borderline personality disorder symptoms with parents who come from a culture and generation that stigmatizes mental health issues is a delicate and, at times, painful process. 
Healing from my trauma required me to tell my trauma story — but not to over-identify with it. When I first began my healing journey, I would talk about my trauma to anyone who would listen: new friends, strangers on the Internet, distant family members, etc. In a way, telling my trauma story — and owning what I'd been through and how I got myself through it — empowered me. It gave me a sense of purpose and a feeling of pride; it also gifted me with much-needed validation.
My name is Kris McElroy, and I am the new author of "Dissociative Living." I received a diagnosis of dissociative identity disorder (DID) in 2013 when I was 28 years old. Since then, I have been navigating the complexities of living with DID, especially in relation to parenting, coexisting with alters, professional pursuits, and interpersonal relationships. I aspire to foster a shared understanding through the exchange of our experiences as we navigate the journey of dissociative living together.
Verbal abuse can affect many areas of life, including your view of body image and diet. Because this abusive tactic targets your self-esteem, experiencing negative comments about your weight can directly impact how you manage food consumption. In short, verbal abuse can affect your diet choices.
Schizoaffective anxiety and recovering from surgery are a particularly bad combination. Yesterday, I was picking up some packages from the mail room. The mailroom is down a flight of stairs from our apartment. Only one package of four free COVID tests would fit in my tote bag, so I had to carry the other one by hand. I have a system for getting the mail on such occasions since I just had double knee surgery, and it’s hard for me to get up and down stairs. Schizoaffective anxiety in recovery makes it harder because I'm scared.
One of the most significant symptoms of anxiety that I have struggled with has been hypervigilance. Hypervigilance pertains to being on guard and alert for threats in the environment and may result in engaging in behavior with the purpose of preventing danger.1

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Stressed out
I really needed to read this today. My daughter is 19 and her relationship with her father/my husband has gotten to the point of her not talking to him. She says he neglected her when she was younger (he'd let her watch tv after school instead of playing with her); he would put her down (he'd tell her when she would do something wrong and she didn't like it), and how she grew up in an abusive environment. It kills me to see this happening but when I try to intervene I get told that my husband (he's a few years older than me; we had her when I was in my thirties) had groomed me and I have no backbone, otherwise I would have divorced him already. I don't want to divorce him, nor do I want to be stressed to the point where I can barely breathe. I keep blaming myself for everything - I should have done more, I should have insisted on therapy, I should have been stricter with her - and it doesn't help that 'everyone else' around us is perfect, with perfect families, perfect houses, perfect everything. We gave her all the love we could and now we get accused of being abusive and neglectful. :(
Scared4L
I have burn scars on my wrist and arms also from SH I still do here and there but for everyone fighting a battle I’m routing for you I know how you feel and I pray u win that battle u tell nobody about don’t let know one make you feel bad there’s plenty of ppl like me and u who handle things differently take it day by day and see what keeps u distracted from feeling like hurting urself like I noticed I’m more prone to do it when I’m alone or mad so fight those emotions and try not to look back we’re really soldiers nobody’s ready for the war in our heads except us it’s not cool but better than ending it all or being behind bars
ScarLord
For any one still SH or who used to use this is our portal of knowing ur not alone when u feel down or insecure there’s ppl out there just like u suffering in silence I’m have burns on my arms and wrist so I totally understand everyone in this section and I pray we all beat this battle that for some reason choose us but ima start being less self conscious about my scars and rock short sleeves just for us I love u all keep your head up we’re soldiers and not alone don’t let no one make you feel bad like there life is perfect.❤️❤️❤️
Megan Callahan
I was a puberty bedwetter also from age 12 to 14 and wore the cloth diapers and rubberpants to bed everynight as well.When my bedwetting first started,mom got me the regulae cloth pin on diapers,diaper pins and the rubberpants in white,and babyprints! She told me that since i had to wear the diapers,and that i was still somewhat of a little girl yet,that i may as well have babyprint rubberpants. I wore them over my diapers all thru 12,13 and 14 and when i would have a friend or friends sleepover,they would see the babyprint rubberpants on over my diapers!
Linda
Thanks so much everyone.... I'm not alone. I have a 35 yr old son and a 32 year old daughter. My son keeps in touch with me and see him about once a month. He calls me every week. My daughter no...... keeps me at arms length... doesnt take my calls, or if I message and ask if its a good time for a chat, its mostly know she is too busy. We used to be soooo close , I have stepped back and I respect she now has a husband. She doesnt share much of her life with me, I respect her privacy. She often does acknowledge my messages which leaves me feeling irrelevant. There is no conflict, I dont think I could talk to her about how I feel because she has said before my expectations are too high. I still work full- time, I lead a busy life and have tried to make a new life for myself. My husband ( not their father has a good relationship with both of my kids including my daughter. ) Sometimes I think she talks to him more than me. I feel like I gave her sooo much love growing up, but I feel she is gone. Im heart broken.