I've known about them for 3 years and it still feels so unreal to me. No matter how often they communicate with me, no matter how often they switch (that seems to make it worse sometimes), it just all feels like a dream or that it couldn't be true. Not just the reality of the trauma that caused it, but also actually having alters.
We haven't done really extensive trauma therapy (I'm terrified of it, but I might start actually talking about trauma soon) so I feel like our communication and awareness of one another isn't very consistent, it comes in waves. Some days I'm so grateful to them and they feel close to me like family, other days they're like strangers in my head living my life.
What's it like for them to not be strangers anymore? I just feel so confused all the time.