Talking about Body Integrity Identity Disorder - Just another disability!
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by Sean - 24 April 2008
They say confession is good for the soul. I’m not the religious type, but I guess there’s some truth to that, because I wish I could talk about what’s going on in my head. I’d like to be able to talk to my partner, and I’d like to be able to tell many of my friends. Two different cases, yet, situations where I feel stifled, unable to say a thing.
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by Sean - 23 April 2008
I read an interesting article about a new art project that relates to pain. Basically, the project aims at getting people who are in chronic physical pain to represent their pain through art and painting. There’s some great stuff there. But it focuses solely on physical pain. What about emotional pain? Is it any less real?
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by Sean - 22 April 2008
I was soaking in the bath and I daydreamed about experiencing paralysis, as I often do. I was thinking that it would be nice to at least know the feeling, even if only in a temporary manner. It is possible to do it. I mean, technically, it’s possible. An epidural would do it, or another type of nerve block. Practically, of course, finding someone to apply such an anaesthetic is far from easy. Plus, would I really benefit for it, or would it only be cause for more frustration?
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by Claire - 16 April 2008
Recently, reading a discussion unrelated to BIID I was struck when someone told someone else “you must be mental” and clearly meant it as an insult.
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by Dante - 13 April 2008
Writing about it, a good idea? This could be the worst mistake I’ve ever made! You pulled me into this abyss alongside you, and now I suffer with you. You weren’t content alone? You had to drag me down with you? I’m paralysed with fear, agony, and pain. You brought this out of me. You’ve adopted me into a family I never wanted to be a part of. I despise my existence, you’ve shown me who I really am – something I cannot be. Like Tantalus I’ll always be reaching, but never grasping. You wanted to help me? You’ve only killed me – I’m dying, dying, dying, will it take me or shall I?
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