In therapy today, A explained alters as “basically, walled-off archetypes.”
It’s a relief to finally have a therapist who’s worked with DID before, but that comment was just…asdfghjkl.
I don’t wanna be an archetype. They’re all mythological and shit, or else she means we’re each just a single feeling. Like the Cardboard President we used for campaign events: it looks like a real person, but only from a distance.
Can’t we be people? I think I’m a person.
If we hadn’t been in the dark and twisty place, I probably would’ve argued the point with her. If she calls us archetypes again, I probably will.