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Looking for Moments

by Sophie - 22 January 2009

Nearly every transabled person will have vivid memories from their childhood that they can recount to you in relation to their BIID. Some peoples’ memories include relatives, friends or other people they saw regularly who had a disability of some sort and it resonated with them. I don’t have any of those sorts of memories.

First Memories of Depression and BIID

by Ada - 2 January 2009

Ever since I was a little girl, I believed others could read my thoughts. As a result, I learned to have my "private thoughts" only when I was alone. If someone entered the room, I would turn off the switch of my private thoughts. When they left, I was free to think again. While this practice has waned as I’ve grown older, I still am not as comfortable having my private thoughts around people as I am when I’m alone.

Gordo’s humble beginnings

by Gordo - 25 June 2008

This is a bit long-winded, but hopefully it’s easy to read and rich in content, so bear with me here… :)

There are some out there who say that people with Body Integrity Identity Disorder often have some early interaction with people with disabilities, which eventually leads to "acquiring" BIID. Some may have relatives or friends with disabilities, or have constant contact with people with disabilities. It is very possible that this contact may manifest itself in someone’s early childhood memories and eventually morph into BIID.

Mary’s early memories

by Mary - 12 June 2008

Looking back I have a lot of memories dealing with disabilities, since I was a child. Some memories have been in my mind now and then ever since, but some of them have started to come back to me more recently. I guess that is because I now understand more of my true identity, I have more courage to face this part of me.

The Wee Years

by Marisa - 29 July 2007

Thirty one years into my well-rounded life I look back at some of my first memories and recall the need to be disabled. I remember grabbing my father’s “gout” crutches and resting my armpits where a grown-up’s hands would normally be. I used to sneak sessions consisting of seconds to minutes as a child who needed crutches. I had true guilt over what I was doing, yet I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes away from the crutches whenever they were in sight.