08-08-2018, 01:00 AM
7. memories + what does y/c do to calm down when stressed?
Stress and trauma were familiar things to him, but they never stopped hurting. Dimitri still remembered some of his trauma and wasn’t ready to talk about it. Dimitri “my life is trauma, my body is small, my emotion is nervous” tom cat with no last name and no family to speak of probably would never talk about his problems. He’d told them about his… other personalities but didn’t plan on leasing any other information. Dimitri didn’t liked to bother anyone with his problems. Like he told Atbash- he was one of those people that liked to suffer silently.
When they were little, his main method of dealing with his trauma was letting Dagon take the blow and he would retreat into the headspace, Dakota trying to calm him down and Delta wrapping her tail around him, holding him in her arms and giving him an affectionate lick on the top of his head. Dimitri, as he got older, had tried other methods to deal with stuff. Other ways to deal with memories and their trauma. He’d tried breathing exercises, candles, calm music. Nothing much worked. What he got was an increased heart rate, higher blood pressure, and his brain panicking and basically calling: “CAN’T COPE, NEED MORE!” and his whole essence spinning and the feeling he was losing a part of himself. Parts of him being ripped or peeled away and would result in a new personality. The only thing to do was to let his brain do it’s thing and suffer….
Memories were fuzzy to him. They were a part of what he had experienced in his life. His brain had locked away some of these memories in the weird way his brain coped. Putting them on someone else. It was a around about way to deal with his problems, and was glad nobody had asked him about where his alters had came from and why he had them. He wasn’t quite sure himself. That was something that was too fuzzy for him to remember.
His alters… had been programmed with backstories. Some of them, at least. Or they had come up with their own.
Dakota had a wife. They’d grown old together and loved each other. He imagined they had grandchildren or had and took care of children, giving Dakota his ability to take care of kids so well.
Divertimento liked to imagine he was… human, possibly. As impossible as that was. Perhaps he had been a party planner or a board game maker or just… something fun! An inventor who did his best and made stuff.
Delta imagined she had been a soldier. She held onto to some of Dimitri’s trauma too, she was a protector and held onto some of the physical problems. She imagined she’d been trained in physical combat by adults and then trained in the art of holding the claw-like weapons from her mouth and using them for stabbing.
Donovan knew he’d been someone who used to be shy and nervous about himself- maybe that was to help him empathize with Dimitri. He had grown to become more confident with his body to do.
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Stress and trauma were familiar things to him, but they never stopped hurting. Dimitri still remembered some of his trauma and wasn’t ready to talk about it. Dimitri “my life is trauma, my body is small, my emotion is nervous” tom cat with no last name and no family to speak of probably would never talk about his problems. He’d told them about his… other personalities but didn’t plan on leasing any other information. Dimitri didn’t liked to bother anyone with his problems. Like he told Atbash- he was one of those people that liked to suffer silently.
When they were little, his main method of dealing with his trauma was letting Dagon take the blow and he would retreat into the headspace, Dakota trying to calm him down and Delta wrapping her tail around him, holding him in her arms and giving him an affectionate lick on the top of his head. Dimitri, as he got older, had tried other methods to deal with stuff. Other ways to deal with memories and their trauma. He’d tried breathing exercises, candles, calm music. Nothing much worked. What he got was an increased heart rate, higher blood pressure, and his brain panicking and basically calling: “CAN’T COPE, NEED MORE!” and his whole essence spinning and the feeling he was losing a part of himself. Parts of him being ripped or peeled away and would result in a new personality. The only thing to do was to let his brain do it’s thing and suffer….
Memories were fuzzy to him. They were a part of what he had experienced in his life. His brain had locked away some of these memories in the weird way his brain coped. Putting them on someone else. It was a around about way to deal with his problems, and was glad nobody had asked him about where his alters had came from and why he had them. He wasn’t quite sure himself. That was something that was too fuzzy for him to remember.
His alters… had been programmed with backstories. Some of them, at least. Or they had come up with their own.
Dakota had a wife. They’d grown old together and loved each other. He imagined they had grandchildren or had and took care of children, giving Dakota his ability to take care of kids so well.
Divertimento liked to imagine he was… human, possibly. As impossible as that was. Perhaps he had been a party planner or a board game maker or just… something fun! An inventor who did his best and made stuff.
Delta imagined she had been a soldier. She held onto to some of Dimitri’s trauma too, she was a protector and held onto some of the physical problems. She imagined she’d been trained in physical combat by adults and then trained in the art of holding the claw-like weapons from her mouth and using them for stabbing.
Donovan knew he’d been someone who used to be shy and nervous about himself- maybe that was to help him empathize with Dimitri. He had grown to become more confident with his body to do.
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