Living with MPD

I've been down sick for a few days, but my head is full of people, words and ideas. It would be easy to call me a low drama, quiet, introverted, recluse of a Multiple. I spend the majority of my time by myself, and thinking about things.
  Therapy, psychotherapy, is really weird. You sit in a room with a stranger and talk about everyday and very disturbing, long-held secrets. It's like the therapist and I created a safe place, a base, whereby it's safe to talk about whatever we want. We don't get those highly annoying questions, "Who are you?", "What's your name?" and "Why are you doing that?" The less said by the therapist the better. I don't feel like I'm being interagated. I set the tone and pace. Therapy gives me something to focus on.
  Flashbacks have been low this week. We've been working on one major memory, involving 3-4 people, for the past month or so. I think we made more progress.
  Teenagers, us teens, okay, me the teen, isn't into this parenting, running a house crap. I miss the freedom of being single and able to do what I want when I want. I don't play well with others. Typical teen, let me do my own thing.
 I talk about therapist A Lot, because she is the only person I/ we interact with. I have a partner. We used to be god friends. Now just two disinterested strangers sharing a house. Can't remember the last time I held hands or someone looked into my eyes. Weird.
  It's always nice to have someone the people can interact with:)  My favorite people are other multiples, autistics, philosophers, artists and poets. Deep thinkers are good. It's a lost art.
 Lots more coconsciousness. It's weird to get to a place where you can forgive yourself, then some different inner people come along and your back to square one, trying to forgive yourself. I love logic. Logic doesn't work with MPD.
 Being a "successful?" Multiple involves respecting each other. People are created to look after, help and care for each other. Sometimes if a little person is in distress, we see if a big person wants to be their buddy, protector, so they feel safe and secure.
  We are at the point where we are working with the most hurt ones. The people that carry the pain, emotional and physical. Hmmm, funny, talk about a lot of talking from someone who just referred to herself as quiet. Seems I could go on and on.
 I should go and get some rest. Feeling tired and weak still.