I feel like a robot. I think I have to change my name to a robot name. A new version of myself.
I consider a diagnosis of DP to be my way to point the finger at my Mother and insinuate abuse. My Mum always said I "clung to Her skirt". I can never see how Her perception of me correlates to reality. I think She WISHES I did. I mean, clinging to someone's skirt implies being ignored, craving attention, seeming lost and unprotected.
Bingo. She DID see straight. But Her version of "clung to my skirt" = cant cope, idiot, mad, loser, cant do anything and desperately afraid.
She twists things, and not having my NEEDS met was in Her hands, not mine.
I think I was born too soft. I'm on the junk heap now. I'm not good enough for anyone.
I see DP as being "Hypnotised" lately. A form of self-discipline. Like your contents of awareness are in a state of consciousness similar to Hypnosis which happens when you're awake and "restrained" (in a sense).
If hypnosis is possible, I'm sure a permanent state is also possible.
I think I went into shock to compensate for grief feelings. I think I'm hypnotised. I feel "real" but only in as much as I feel awake. Like now, daytime = Lights switched on.
I'm just sick of the panic.
People talk to me like I'm a tree trunk. I'm banal and puerile. I'm mad, but my head went blank FIRST. I cant believe a parent would treat their kid like a robot. Autism DOESN'T = Childhood Psychopathy... I have feelings.