By Rose, Guest D.I.D. writer
Arriving at the house I was composed with my makeup done and ready for the gathering of people. Having had to talk myself out of turning around and heading home at least a dozen times. The first step out of the car was mine and then Ray came forward and in excitement went through the door making her presence known. Thankfully I was able to play it off and asked Ray to please behave. Then again at the time to eat, Ray served herself a big hunk of cheesecake dip with cool whip, and sweets galore. Looking at the plate my stomach felt nauseous.
Shortly after, it was game time, and another alter lost her cool and went into panic mode because a gentleman of great size sat next to her and his leg touched hers. She was so freaked out she grabbed her purse, stood up, and was going to leave. This particular alter has an eating disorder. I moved seats and was able to play some games and had some fun. Eventually, severe anxiety rose up again and we had to leave the gathering and head home.
Several of my alters showed up to the gathering and some even came out but didn’t talk. It felt like I was on a spinning wheel that went round and round. Social situations are hard, but I survived, and I’d do it all over again.