My Superpower Is There’s A Bunch Of People In My Head

As awareness of plurality continues to spread online, that also means more and more people will realize they are plural. And unfortunately, there will be a response from certain gatekeepy exclusionist types, who will push back against these newfound systems and insist on invalidating them. They’ll insist they’re just hopping on a trend, or just fooling themselves, or whatever other justification they can make up to maintain the idea that being plural is extremely rare and being plural means suffering for it.

Don’t fall for it. Being plural presents challenges and difficulties without question, but being plural also can bring joys and clarity that weren’t possible otherwise. Being plural can be hard, and it can be beautiful.

No two systems present and function exactly the same ways. No two systems are plural for the exact same reasons. So we can’t expect there to be an absolute common trait present in every system. So any attempt to weed out the “fakers” is pointless and malicious.

If someone believes themself to be plural, they have good reason to. No further “proof” needed. If someone comes to us believing themself to be plural, we will help them along without critique or question. And above all we will be happy for them. Even if someday they realize they aren’t plural, that process of being allowed to question and experiment is so important, and they should be allowed to do so regardless of where they end up.

Plurality is a spectrum that encompasses a vast swathe of experiences and outlooks. It can be difficult to reckon with, which is why community is so vital. And as that community online grows and becomes more and more visible, we should all do our part, systems and singlets, to make sure these newfound systems feel safe, seen, and welcome.

Plural culture is buying a tub of microwave Mac and cheese that serves 4 then calling 3 other alters to co con to eat with you

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I'll never understand how people can believe autistic people have no imagination. I have vast, and intricate worlds inside my head that I love visiting when I need to escape, and the same can be said for other autistic people I know.

sometimes being plural is comforting each other during our hardest moments,

and other times its a passionate argument over question of "what is the biggest rock in the solar system?" that ends with the conclusion that the earth is a cream egg.

Randomly questioning whether you might legitimately be traumagenic because you most certainly have childhood trauma, but not knowing whether that trauma is why you're a system or not O.O

Honestly I love super niche origin terms. The why and how you exist is something that can be super duper important to someone – just look at how many religions try to answer that question about the human species or individual people, as well as all the philosophical debate about the meaning of life, or even just the personal family stories of why someone's parents decided to have/keep them – and it's no surprise that we (plurals and headmates in general) like to answer this question for ourselves when we have such unique paths and causes for existence. I just finally figured out how to put into words my own reason for existence and I'm really happy about that! I hope all headmates out there who are struggling with "why do I exist" are able to find a satisfactory answer too, whether that means you find a specific origin term that fits you, you coin your own term, or you decide to forgo origin terms and describe yourself in a freestyle way. You're not alone in searching for answers – not in this community, and not in general, either. A lot of folks out there are asking the same questions you are.

Introjection, the Highest Stage of Kinning

Im not a girl trapped in a boys body!!

im several girls and a bird trapped in a boys body,

really should have gone to a different doctor.

Fun Thing about our experience with DID is that some of us just Do Not feel pain for some reason. which uh. can result in... moments like this