January 29, 2012

I Just don’t Understand Perpetrators!

Posted in DID/MPD, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Domestic Violence, Maggies, Mind Control, Physical Abuse, Prevention of Sexual Abuse, Ritual Abuse, sexual abuse, Trauma tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 4:44 am by Kathy Broady

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*** This is a difficult post and it is meant for your older parts.  Please note — it could be triggering to many within your system.  Please check this article with your internal leaders before letting your littles or sensitive ones read any further.  Thanks, Kathy. ***

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Recently, I witnessed a fight between some wild animals that was particularly upsetting to see.  There is no need to go into great detail about the actual situation.  I can speak about it in sweeping statements and you will get more than enough picture of the situation from there.

The long and the short of it was that a rather large group of critters (yes, they were birds) were picking on one particular bird to the point that it appeared that it could be a fatal situation for the one very unfortunate bird.  Talk about outnumbered!  It was just really really not ok to hear or see.  It was particularly disturbing and very upsetting.

At first I wondered about what to do – somewhat fearing for my own safety if I got involved – but I really was not comfortable not interrupting the attack in some way, somehow.  I hesitated for a brief while, knowing that Mother Nature and wild animals do what they do and wondering if maybe I should just respect that.  But I could hear it and I could see it, and I just couldn’t not do anything.  It was just too upsetting to not act somehow.

So I darted across the street, running in the direction of the mob of birds.  I didn’t know what I would do when I got there, I just knew I had to do something.

Lucky for me, my running at them was more than enough to disturb the birds and interrupt their horrible attack.  All the birds, including the one being picked on, flew away and left the area in a big hurry.

Thank goodness.

I mean really, thank goodness.

I was so relieved that the ordeal was at least over for that moment.  I knew the group of birds could attack the injured bird again, another time, and in another place, but I was so very thankful that it had at least been stopped at that time.  I could at least hope that I had stopped it completely.

There was no way of me knowing how injured the victim bird was since he flew off and away when everyone else did.  I can only hope that I interfered quickly enough that he didn’t get very badly hurt.

I’ve been watching for an injured bird, but I haven’t seen one.  I don’t know if that is good news or not.  And I don’t know what injured birds do when they are hurt, so I don’t know if I would see one or not.  I don’t know whether to be relieved, or whether to worry more.  I just don’t have the answers to this situation.

But boy, oh boy, was this an emotional situation for me.  I found the whole experience to be incredibly upsetting.  I was tearful.  I was afraid.  I was worried.  I was brave.  I had all kinds of emotions going on throughout the whole day.

And again, the parallels of this situation to the lives of dissociative trauma survivors are many and layered.

First of all, I think that nearly every DID survivor that I have spoken to has told me of horrific situations where they were the one targeted victim being attacked by a group of perpetrators.  Even if there was only one main perpetrator, there were other people around, watching and / or supporting the perpetrator and not helping the person being hurt.

This is just soooooo not ok.

It is just so wrong for groups of anyone to gang up against one person, purposefully hurting them, doing terrible things to them.

It can be just as wrong for anyone to witness such crimes and to not step in and help the person(s) being hurt.  Granted, this is very much a gray area since there are a number of complicated factors involved when it comes to interrupting and stopping violence.  At this point, my comments are directed specifically towards those who really could have the ability to stop or interfere with the abuse, and simply choose not to.

I can’t even come up with enough words to describe how wrong these things are.

I couldn’t tolerate watching a bird being injured.  How on earth do perpetrators tolerate watching a person getting hurt, especially a little person?

I just don’t understand that.

Not one tiny bit do I understand that.

*** Please note – in these comments, I am not referring to the situations where someone is forced to perpetrate when they don’t want to.  There is a kind of victimization / abuse where dominant perpetrator abusers force others in a less powerful position to do abusive acts to others.  I call this situation victimization by perpetration.  Most DID survivors have experienced this situation too, and please know, that my comments today are not in reference to those very difficult and equally horrible situations. ***

I am talking about the abuser types that are truly sadistic and hurtful, completely by choice.  I’m referring to situations where the perpetrator does not have to hurt anyone, but they simply want to and choose to because they like it and enjoy it.

THAT is what I don’t understand.

What does it take in someone to be truly sadistic?  How does this happen?  How can those abusive violent people live with themselves?  Where is their compassion?  Why do they have no compassion or kindness?

I know there are intellectual answers to those questions, but my thoughts are based on more of an emotional and spiritual level.

I just don’t get it.

Do you?

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Copyright © 2008-2012 Kathy Broady and Discussing Dissociation

January 26, 2012

Pie Squabbles – A Story about Internal Conflict

Posted in DID Education, DID/MPD, Dissociative Identity Disorder, emotional pain, Internal Communication, Maggies, Self Injury tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 4:12 pm by Kathy Broady

Recently, my magpie visitors set a new record high for the size of the group gathering at my balcony waiting for treats.

At one single point in time, I had 18 pies there surrounding me, all squawking and squawling and calling and cheeping and chirping and whistling and warbling and garbling and gawking and flapping and hopping, each hoping to be the next in line for the little bits of bologna I was handing out to them.  Eighteen pies!  That’s a lot of birds, and they were making a whopping lot of noise!

There had been a number of rainy days in a row, and while pies surely know how to survive in the roughest of weather, they were all looking very raggedy in their sopping wet feathers.  Oh, they were a sad sight, all droopy, and soggy, and drippy.  Some of the pies were trying to fluff up more than usual to keep the rain off them.  Others couldn’t even muster their feathers up anymore.  The days of rain must have worn them out.

I know I wouldn’t want to be living outside in a rainy rainy thunderstorm that lasted for days and days.  I don’t know where pies go to sleep and rest, but I can’t imagine it being fun at all.  It seems to me that bug-chasing in the rain would be difficult, and sludging through deep puddles of muddy water would be more suited for ducks than for pies.

Yes, my big group of pies were a sad sight.  A big soggy, soppy, sad sight.

And they were hungry.  Really hungry.

Most of the time, the pies will take turns nicely when it comes to treat time.  There are the more aggressive front runners, of course, but for the most part, everyone gets a share, and it’s easy enough to make sure that the treats are spread out rather evenly between everyone.

It’s a totally different story when they are hungry.

And it’s even more challenging when there are 18 hungry birds all at the same time.

The claws come out, literally.  The pies will fight each other to be first in line, or to get that specific bite of food that they had their eyes on.

Of course, if they could understand that there was enough food for everyone, and that they didn’t need to fight to get their turn, it could have all happened peacefully.  But these so-called wild birds didn’t understand that.  They were still fighting out of their natural instincts.

The pretty little gray timid pie stayed in the background.  She’s smaller and younger than the others, a newcomer to the group.  She’s noticeably different in coloring from all the others, and the rest of the pies dominate her for the most part.  She didn’t fight anyone for anything, and she would not have gotten a single bite of bologna had I not specifically made sure to directly give some to her.  Even then, I had to take time to convince her that it was ok for her to have it.  Then, after all that, I believe a more aggressive bird swooped in grabbing and snatching the pieces that fell to the ground, not even allowing little gray pie to finish her own serving.

Some of the more trusting-of-me pies would run up near to my feet, separating themselves from the crowd, willing to get as close to me as possible to ensure they would get hand-fed away from the others.  That was the easiest way to make sure of getting something to munch on.

Some of the pies would charge in fast, demanding first dibs, and then fly away to enjoy their mini-feast in the privacy of some hidden corner of grass somewhere else.

Sometimes two or three pies would squabble over the same bite.  These squabbles can become real fights where they are pulling each other’s feathers with their beaks, or digging their claws into the tummies of the other birds, pinning the unfortunate bird on its back.  (Yikes!  I sure don’t like that!)  Sometimes they will click and snap their beaks at each other, making a loud scary noise, clearly meant to intimidate the other pie with a definite “Get back or I’ll poke you!” message.  They will repeatedly screech and scream at each other, with their beaks open wide, making very loud protests and declarations of “Mine!  Mine!  Mine!”.

So much fighting!

It’s not like a tiding of wild birds will ever have to learn to get along with each other on a small balcony in one part of town.  As these babies grow up, they will have to spread out into their own areas to live, and I assume, some of the birds I am pampering now will have to scoot on down the road to other areas.  In nature, there is a very definite pecking order and lots and lots of space to move to.  Maggies will argue and fight to survive, and to fight to claim their territory just like all wild animals have done for thousands of years.  Survival of the fittest keeps the species alive and well.

And the tough times in life bring out the fighting responses.

But what about when the fighting occurs within a group that really does have to live together?

What happens when moving on down the road is not a legitimate option?

What about squabbles and fights within a dissociative system?  For people with dissociative identity disorder, living with groups of people, and internal fights, and intense conflict is a common state of mind.  There are ways to internally separate those that are fighting with each other, at least on a temporary basis, but really, everyone is always there.  Until the conflicts are resolved peacefully, the fighting can continue to happen day after day.

That kind of ongoing conflict would be very difficult to live with.  It would feel noisy, and stressful, and overwhelming.  It could be scary for the more timid parts, and intense for the ones with extreme emotions.  All too often, internal conflict leads to self-destructive behaviors.

Can you relate to that?

What do you do when your groups of insiders squabble?

How do you work out the conflicts and disagreements?

Do you know how to find ways to problem-solve by working the problem, instead of fighting each other?

Does your system take turns, sharing time and resources with each other?

Do your insiders help each other more than they hurt each other?

There are always going to be different opinions, and different perspectives, and opposing needs.  There are going to be parts inside that are more aggressive than others.  There will always be parts that are smaller, younger and quieter.  Within the dissociative system, there will very often be many insiders that are still feeling wounded, hurt, distraught – insiders who need extra care, nurturing, and attention.

How do you tend to all the varying needs and wants without squabbling in ways that make the problems worse, instead of better?
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Copyright © 2008-2012 Kathy Broady and Discussing Dissociation

January 22, 2012

The Bullying Bird

Posted in DID Education, DID/MPD, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Internal Communication, Maggies, Therapy Homework Ideas, Trauma tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 6:28 pm by Kathy Broady

Continuing on with the magpie stories, I’m pleased to tell you about another interesting magpie.

Please note – I am not an expert on magpies by any means.  I write stories based only on my personal observations and personal experiences with the birds themselves.  I really know nothing about them!

Also, please note – this story has a few sections that could be upsetting for young readers.  Please let your older ones read first, and decide after that if you want your littles to read it on their own.

Ok, on to the maggie tales…
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As I spent interacting time with the young maggie babies, I gradually noticed a few other birds that hung around as well.  One of the first and most obvious birds was a bigger, closer to full-grown magpie bird.

In fact, this adult maggie was around so much that I began to wonder if she was the momma maggie.  And then I noticed that according to the coloring of its feathers, that this big bird was likely a male bird, so I wondered if he was the daddy maggie.  Either which way, I initially assumed that this adult looking pie was likely a parental type to some of the many younger pies that stayed close, always warbling with their pretty songs.  I had observed several of adults birds taking the time to feed their young from the treats that I provided, and I guessed this big bird was just parenting in his own style.

But there was something different about this bigger bird.  I knew that the younger pie babies were very cautious of him.  Some were obviously scared of him.  The little pies would either fly away, or stay much further away, or sit very still and fade into the background whenever the big bird swooped into the balcony area.  And if the big guy wanted the snack, he got it.  The younger pies clearly knew to give the older pie the right of way immediately.  No questions asked.

To my surprise, if any of the younger pies were a little too slow in moving out of his way, this big bully bird would charge directly at them, flap his wings fast with aggression, squawk loudly, and do whatever he needed to do to clear the others away as quickly as possible.  Sometimes he flew at them like a speeding maggie torpedo.  Other times he would land on the balcony and act like he completely owned the space, all puffed and fluffed with his aggressive nature.

I don’t know how the little pies could hear – sense (?) – feel (?) when this big bully pie was flying into our little nibbling corner.  I very often didn’t even realize the Big Boy was nearby until the groups of little ones suddenly scattered off in a big noisy flurry of flapping wings.

Just by flying in my direction, Bully Bird was able to send the others packing off, practically clearing out the entire area for himself in just a matter of seconds.

At first, my response was to also be immediately cautious and respectful of this incoming fast-swooping bird.  I knew that magpies could be vicious with their beaks, and his size and strength and speed were not something I wanted to mess around with.  I was irritated that he kept interrupting my tea parties with the young pies.  I was not at all happy about his mean bully ways.  You could say that I was scared of him too.  I certainly was not quick to hand-feed this guy!  I kept my distance and made slow gentle moves when he was near, trying to soothe the little pies, saying it would be ok, and they’d still get their treats once this Bully Bird moved on down the road.

Then one day, an observation made by my friend made all the difference in the world.

While Bully Bird and I were being very cautious of each other, my friend, who was watching from the side, noticed that Bully Bird had a very unusual condition.

I had to move to the other side to see, but I looked closely, and then I saw it too.  And what I saw changed everything for me.

With a close look at Bully Bird, we could see that he had somehow, somewhere, lost one of his eyes.  Mr. Bully Bird was a one-eyed pie!  He couldn’t see anything on the one side of his head, nor was there any hope that he would ever be able to regain the sight on that side of his head.

In that instant, my feelings towards Bully Bird changed completely.  I realized he was struggling to survive just like the little younger pies were doing.  I also realized he had a life-long disadvantage that kept him needing extra care and attention.  And, I realized that he was in more danger and had more life difficulties than I had ever imagined.

I changed my approach to my One-Eyed Pie (including changing the name I called him), and began to make sure that he had extra food tossed in his direction.  He immediately became a priority to me, and I was quick to make sure to reward him with some treat of some kind whenever he showed up.

I told the other little pies that we needed to try to become friends with One-Eyed Pie, and to help him since he had clearly had some very difficult times in his life.

Gradually, One-Eyed Pie began to trust me.  He let me inch closer and closer to him, and eventually, he inched closer to me as well.  He began to take his treats from my hand.  He was certainly more cautious about this process than most of the other pies.  While trying to decide if he could trust me, he had to also keep turning his head all around to look around to make sure no one else was going to swoop on him.  The local groups of aggressive crows were notorious for taking food from the magpies, and the crows were easily double in size of even the largest of pies.  One-Eyed Pie was smart to be careful.  To look at me, and to look at the food I was offering him meant that he couldn’t be looking out in the world to protect himself from other predators.  He was taking a big risk just to get close to me.

Once I was able to stand close to One-Eyed Pie, I realized that he had survived more than his painful eye injury.  He had all kinds of scars around his head, especially on the top of his head.  Clearly, this bird had seen some rough days.  His wounds were all healed, so they were not recent, but the scars were going to be with him for life.  New feathers did not grow through the scar tissue.

One-Eyed Pie and I began to talk every day, and usually more than once a day.  We were becoming friends, and he was becoming much more comfortable with me.  The more I saw him, the more I could see how beautiful he was.

Instead of snatching the food from me in a rushed hurry, he began to take his time, and nibble bits and pieces with comfort and ease.  He still watched for the crows, but he was not stressing when I was near him.

I also noticed something else.  As One-Eyed Pie and I became friends, his behavior towards the other younger pies improved drastically.  He knew that he was going to be treated with respect from me, and he stopped bullying the babies. He stopped being so aggressive towards the other little ones and no longer charged them.  The little maggies were able to sit closer to him, and they were able to come closer to me while he was around.  One-Eyed Pie was fitting in more with the group.

Once he was seen for who he really was, and once his needs were more accurately met, One-Eyed Pie stopped acting like a bully.

Amazing.  And how exciting to see this transformation happen right before my eyes.

One-Eyed Pie is a great magpie.  He’s truly beautiful.  Strong.  Brave. And wonderful.  He’s earned my respect, and he is a bird I will never forget.
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The parallels of this story for DID survivors is obvious and layered.

First of all, I have never met a DID system that did not have at least one bully / aggressive part.  Even if hidden deep inside, or kept in the background, or kept separate from outside interactions, these mean insiders are typically very active within the internal system.

The bully-type insiders typically carry a lot of weight around the younger parts, typically intimidating them and bossing them around.  Sometimes these bully parts actually hurt the others inside.

And, in my experience, all bully parts within the DID system have had their own trauma history, even if they don’t want to admit that for the longest time.  They will typically hide the fact that they have been hurt in the past, but once you gain their trust, you will be able to find out more about how they were hurt, when, where, etc.

Once you are aware of them, the bully parts need to become your priority.  They will need your time, your attention, your patience, and your understanding.  These parts are extremely important in your system, and the more you work to get to know them, the better.  They can fit nicely within your group, but you will have to work at that.

The rewards of gaining the trust of your bully parts are enormous.  Gaining their cooperation and friendship will bring a level of strength and peace into your system that you will not expect, or regret.

Get to know your bullies.  They are worth it.
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Copyright © 2008-2012 Kathy Broady and Discussing Dissociation

January 15, 2012

And 300,000 Thank you’s to You

Posted in DID/MPD, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Online Therapy tagged , , , , , at 3:23 am by Kathy Broady

Thank you, thank you, thank you.  Over 300,000 times, thank you.

Why 300,000 thank you’s?

Because over the years of this blog, there have already been over 300,000 views from you, the readers.

And 2011, the quietest year having by far the fewest new posts and the fewest comments, still had the most views of any single calendar year!

These are amazing numbers to me.  I am truly blown away by the continued reading and ongoing support of the Discussing Dissociation blog, so thank you.

I truly appreciate you all.

Warmly,

Kathy

Copyright © 2008-2012 Kathy Broady and Discussing Dissociation

January 13, 2012

2011 in Review – Stats Compiled by WordPress Blogs

Posted in DID Education, DID/MPD, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Online Therapy, Therapy and Counseling, trauma therapist tagged , , , , , , , , , at 7:36 pm by Kathy Broady

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 110,000 times in 2011. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 5 days for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

January 10, 2012

Baby Pies — A Bird Story

Posted in Child Alters, DID Education, DID/MPD, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Maggies tagged , , , , , , , , , , , at 12:19 am by Kathy Broady

I do have some short little stories I would like to share that are on the fun side.

Animals have always been very important to me, and for most years of my life, I have had a variety of pets – lots of cats, dogs, horses – and when I was little I had a pet raccoon called Petunia, a pet pig called Snorkie, and a pet calf called Grassyhopper.  I would be writing for a very long time if I started through the list of critters that have been my best friends through all the years!

This year I made some brand new critter-buddies — I met a tiding of magpies.  (Tiding… hmmm, that’s a very odd word.  It reminds me of tidy, and believe me, magpies are not exactly tidy!!!)  Magpies – to me – are a group of birds that are now affectionately known as Maggies, or Maggie Babies, or Baby Pies, or simply just “Pie”!!

I’ve not had much to do with birds prior to this year, so meeting and enjoying birds has been a fun, new adventure for me.  My maggie babies have been a nice surprise.  I didn’t know that birds had as much personality as they do!

Maggies look very similar to each other, and even though I have the incredible experience of having a close personal look at as many as 16 birds surrounding me within arm’s reach at a single time, it’s still hard to tell them apart.  However, I have been able to distinguish a few of them from each other.  Today, I want to introduce you to one of them – a small little maggie girl named Walks Inside.

Walks Inside distinguished herself by her willingness to walk right inside the balcony door.  The other maggies stayed grouped together out on the balcony, singing their greetings from the sunny outdoors, but little Walks Inside preferred to walk right inside the house, having a little peek here and there all by herself.  Her trusting nature seemed odd, but I welcomed her friendliness.  She liked to eat her treats at least twice a day, she definitely preferred being hand-fed, and I fancied believing that she enjoyed the individual attention she got by visiting me all on her own.

One day, Walks Inside was walking different.  Actually, she was limping, or more accurately, she was painfully hopping on one foot, barely walking at all.  Somehow, somewhere, she had gotten her delicate left foot tangled and wrapped in loops and loops of fishing line.  She clearly had been pulling and tugging and pulling and tugging at the unbreakable line with absolutely no success at freeing herself from its ever tightening hold.  From a distance, I watched her peck and pull at the line, clearly confused and struggling.

The amount of looping line around her foot made this a very dangerous and life-threatening situation for little Walks Inside.  She could have easily got the loops caught in trees or bushes or on any other jagged, hooking edge.  If that happened, she would be stuck there, like a small feathered prisoner, unable to fly away from danger unless she was found and assisted with regaining her freedom.

Once I became aware of this predicament, I watched especially closely for Walks Inside.  Many times, everyday I looked to see her.  I was worried for her and I wanted to make sure she was still ok.

My friend and I knew that something had to be done before Walks Inside got caught somewhere, or before she lost her foot, and before any other tragic end would come to her beautiful little self.  We thought and thought, and finally made a plan.

It took several tries and re-thinking of our process for our plan to work.  Since Walks Inside already knew how to make herself at home by walking right inside the house, I purposefully gave her treats to invite her even further and further inside the house.  I wanted her to come inside far enough that we could gently shut the door behind her, and then work on plan B – somehow catching her so I could carefully remove the line from her foot.

Walks Inside had been happy to eat treats from my hand in the kitchen, but she really wasn’t so sure about those moving doors!  She would quickly hop and fly away when the doors misbehaved to her disliking.  Apparently, Walks Inside didn’t have any intentions of being a long-term houseguest!

But we knew we needed to catch her inside if we were going to be able to help her, so we tried again, and again.

Eventually we did it!  Once she was inside, she tried to fly out a window, and my friend was able to catch her gently with a towel.  We made sure she was sitting comfortably within her towel, and my friend held her in one place while I worked at freeing her little tiny leg from the layers of fishing line.

Little Walks Inside was amazingly calm during all this.  I expected she would be fearful, and upset, and that she would try to fly away, but she did not show any of that.  She sat calmly, snuggled in her towel, looked right at me, and acted like getting a pedicure (a birdie-cure? Or a pedi-claw?) was an everyday event for a bird.  

The fishing line was truly wrapped and knotted and looped and layered all along her left leg.  She was getting wounds already, and it was blaringly obvious that little Walks Inside would have never ever be able to tug the line off by herself.

It seemed like forever, but it probably took a solid 10-15 minutes to ever-so-carefully remove all the bits of the clear, nearly invisible fishing line tangled around all the claws of her feet and to pull it out of the wrinkled skin of her tiny little bird legs.  Walks Inside was very patient.  She seemed to know we were helping her and not bringing her harm.

Finally — success!  All the bits of fishing line had dropped to the floor and her foot and leg were totally free and clear of any trouble.  As quickly as possible, we took her back out to the balcony so she could fly off on her own and enjoy her newly reclaimed freedom.

I worried that the ordeal may have scared her so much that I wouldn’t see her again, but in less than 15 minutes, she was back on the balcony, saying hello again, happily snatching another treat from my hand.  She was still limping with her sore foot, and holding it tucked up close to her tummy, but she was able to ever so gingerly stand on it with the toes of her foot stretched out properly instead of being all caught up in a tangled ball of fishing line.

Again I watched for her, and over the next few days, Walks Inside limped and favored her foot, but she was clearly getting better and better, and healing up well.

Now none of the maggie birds that visit me have a limp.  The word of easy pickings for bird treats has apparently spread around the neighborhood and several of my pies have also learned to walk inside the house.  It is fun, seeing a little community develop.  I actually have quite a few maggie stories that I could share!

But what is the moral of this story for dissociative trauma survivors?

To me, it is a story of courage, and having a willingness to trust.  It is a story of a brave little bird who risked letting someone very different from her help her with her wounds.  It is a story of appreciation and gratitude because little Walks Inside came back again and again, bringing joy and happiness with each of her visits.  It is a story of survival and a willingness to live, even when facing life-threatening situations.  It is the story of how a tiny little bird can have such a beautiful impact on people’s lives.

We can learn a lot from maggies!
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Copyright © 2008-2012 Kathy Broady and Discussing Dissociation

January 6, 2012

When Life Changes…..

Posted in DID Education tagged , , , , , , , at 7:13 pm by Kathy Broady

Life is full of changes.  At least that’s how I have found it to be.

Has your life stayed the same through the years?

Mine hasn’t.  Not at all.

And 2011, in particular, was a year full of changes.  Lots of changes.  Lots of big changes.  I don’t know what to expect from 2012 yet, but I do hope this will be a good year.  For me, and for you as well.

It’s January 2012.  And it’s been nearly a year since I’ve made a post in this blog.  Gosh, how time flies!   And to my delight and surprise, there have continued to be many site viewers, and thank you for that.  Seriously, thank you for that.  That’s exciting, and it warms my heart to see that.  I do appreciate knowing that this blog has continued to be helpful and useful to people even in my absence.  That was a big part of the point of writing these blog articles in the first place – so solid information about dissociative disorders could be available for free, 24/7, no matter what else was going on in life.

Many of you have contacted me throughout the year, asking about more posts.  And thank you for that as well.  I have been considering that, and it’s a possibility that I’ll start writing again.  I liked the blogging community – most of the blogging world has been very kind to me.  I really appreciate that.  It’s a nice contrast from all the dark coldness that thrives out there in the world.

I know that many of you have always wondered where I’ve been, what I’ve been doing, why I stopped writing, etc.  IF I ever decide to disclose those details, I will, but until then, I would very much appreciate it if you all could respect my need for privacy with certain things about my life.  I understand that many of you have felt a loss, and for that I apologize.

Sometimes life changes in ways that we can’t completely control.

Sometimes life changes require some very difficult decisions.

Sometime life changes are very painful.  Sometimes they are very exciting.  They can be a drastic combination of loss and adventure.  “Tuck” was the first person to teach me about adventure walks.  (Thank you, Tuck.)  Life is very much an adventure walk, especially in the changes!

I hope you each are finding adventures in your walks.

And speaking of that… may I ask…. What about you?  How are you?

What has been happening in your life this past year?  How has your life changed?

Is there anything you would like to share about what has been happening for you?

I’ll be glad to hear from each of you as well.

My thoughts are with you all –

Kathy

January 29, 2011

Little Puppy Buddies

Posted in Puppies tagged , , , , , , , at 5:08 pm by Kathy Broady

Hello everyone,

I am glad that you have been enjoying the puppy pictures.  The puppies are 8 weeks old now, and they have all been placed in their new homes.  That has been a bittersweet experience, as I really quite enjoyed each of their little tender selves.

I thought I would share a few more puppy moments with you — I picked pictures where the puppies were doing things together.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we all had such good friends we could be this comfortable with?!

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Armani and Vera at 8 weeks of age.

Armani and Vera are both such sweet little gals.  Armani is the quieter, gentler one of the two, while Vera has a bit more courage to take on life’s challenges.  They both like to be held and they were the first two insist on sleeping right here with me at the computer.  And Vera talks!  She and I would have rather lengthy girl-friendly conversations about all kinds of things, lol.  One of us would start our little chat, and the other would say something back, and back and forth we’d go just chattering away.  Such fun!

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Diesel and Diamond at 8 wks

Diesel and Diamond are the two oldest of the litter.   You might remembering seeing the two of these puppies back in December 2010 when they were just two days old.  Haven’t they grown?!!  In the picture of this week, they are each happily chewing small plant stems.  It’s great that the puppies are sharing, but oh dear, what about those poor plants!

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Diesel and Fiori at 8 weeks

Diesel and Fiori must be sharing the same dreams!  Aren’t they just the cutest, all perfectly matched like that, lol.  So precious…

I am going to miss these little ones as they head off to their new homes and their happy new lives.  As I get updated information, I’ll be sure to share with you all.

I hope you are having a good day!

Warmly,

Kathy

Copyright © 2008-2011 Kathy Broady LCSW and Discussing Dissociation

January 23, 2011

In Case You Were Wondering….

Posted in Puppies tagged , , , , , at 2:19 pm by Kathy Broady

In case you were wondering why I haven’t made more posts recently, maybe these pictures will nnswer some of your questions….

It appears that little Miss Vera has other ideas about laptops!

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I guess Miss Vera thinks laptops are comfortable!

We’ll see if she let’s me have time to type on it this week!

Enjoy -

Kathy

January 15, 2011

Because These Little Gals are Just Too Cute!

Posted in Child Alters, Puppies tagged , , , , , , , , , , , at 12:19 am by Kathy Broady

You might be tired of the puppy pictures, but these little ones are just too cute to not post!

I’ll get back to writing more serious posts at some point in time in the not-so-distant future, but having a little puppy break must be good for healing too, right?!  I’m just sure it is!  :)

Here are some of the latest photos.

Which ones do you like?

Little Diamond at six weeks old.

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Little Armani at six weeks old.

Little Armani – such a sweet gentle soul…  She really loves to be carried around the house, lol.

Little Vera at six weeks old.

Vera – a feisty, full of energy puppy, but she’s also one of the first ones to want to cuddle close when she’s sleepy.

Diamond and Armani at six weeks old.

Just sooooooooooo adorable!!!

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Diamond - Armani - Vera at 6 weeks old.

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They are all girls, and they are all beautiful!

I hope these pictures bring a smile to your day!

Warmly,

Kathy

Copyright © 2008-2011 Kathy Broady LCSW and Discussing Dissociation

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