Another Day, Another K

Today was interesting.  Went to therapy. Floated across the waiting room and onto the ceiling and looked down at K. Noticed she was all dressed up and wearing heels, and that her makeup was very dramatic.  The weirdest part of all of this is that I was watching her, and she was talking to a couple sitting in the room with her.  She was talking very quickly and was using her hands a lot and was quite animated. She was out-going and friendly and chatty and self-assured. I listened to her, fascinated, and kept wondering what she was going to say next. She was a storyteller…but chunks of what she said were untrue.  She was not like K normally is; this girl was confident and not at all afraid of people.  But she was familiar to me.  When I got into my psychiatrist’s office, I told her about this experience.  I asked her if I were dissociating, would I be aware that I was dissociating.  She said what I was experiencing was depersonalization (a sense of detachment or separateness from one’s self), which I would be aware of, and that it can be a part of dissociation.  I know this because I wrote it down.  In fact, I took some notes today, and it’s good that I did. Otherwise I’d not remember a thing I’m afraid. Which is one of the things that I wrote down, coincidentally.  Dr. H told me that I probably wouldn’t remember much about today’s session.  And she was right. All I can remember is what I’ve jotted down, and I don’t really remember those things. One of the things I put down is that Dr. H believes all the me’s exist to take care of K, and that each K has a different, specific job. Several times she spoke about “the other K’s”.  I made a note that Dr. H used the term “different personalities” today when talking about me; that seemed important. Also, she pointed out that I was dressed differently today, and that my makeup was different, and that I was different. She said the K who usually comes to see her dresses all in black, and I was wearing a full-length paisley dress in bright shades of green,  accessorized with tall platform shoes and a lime green, faux-crocodile purse in a funky, curved shape. I know all of this because I’m looking at a pile of clothes on the chair in my room and I’m able to see exactly what I was wearing. Also, I made some notes about my outfit when Dr. H was telling me that I was a different K today. 

Earlier this evening, I had to remove heavy and colorful eye makeup in shades of lime green and turquoise, and hot pink lipstick. That’s the first time I’ve worn eye shadow in…well, a good while.  I just know that I’ve felt funny all day long. I couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong but I was…um.. I felt like I was just outside of my body, or like I was in a movie, that it wasn’t really real. I also felt like I was sharing a brain with someone else; I was an us, more so than usual even. Sitting here now, reading my notes from therapy, and looking at the facts in black and white, both from my notes and from this blog post, it occurs to me that I remember this K, but that I can’t recall seeing her in at least a year, perhaps longer. Tonight, though, there’s physical evidence that she was here.  The clothes. The jewelry. The glitter I found in the bathroom.  The fact that my toenails are now painted lime green-the same color as the purse I carried today. The fact that my freshly cut and colored (bright red) hair has been meticulously styled.  All of these things describe one of the K’s whose job is to socialize, to see and be seen.  She often went on dates for K before she got married, and yes, Husband dated her sometimes.  I remember all these things because I’m reading my old online diary now,  from 2008.  Interesting reading. Perhaps I should do a blog post introducing each of the K’s, or at least the ones I am familiar with (thanks to numerous diaries/sketchbooks/photos).  A number of them journal, and that’s how I get to know myself/us. I can’t tell who I am at the moment; think I’m in between me’s. I’m in a drugged, dream-like state and I feel as though I’m running on autopilot. I wonder what/who tomorrow will bring…

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