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A Little Bit of Everything

by Dante - 28 June 2008

Awhile back I had a conversation with someone else I know that also deals with BIID. Often that person is the one who spurs me to write as I have. Once again, that person told me that I should explain my unqiue sitation…

The Red Pill or the Blue Pill?

by Dante - 30 April 2008

Body Integrity Identity Disorder - That’s what we’re all here talking about; how it sucks, how we try and make it suck a lot less.

For me, it would suck oh so greatly less if it were, well, nonexistant. I could swallow a magic pill and poof, I was done with it. No more BIID, my mental self would be aligned with my physical self, I wouldn’t need to be deaf. That would be ideal…but at what consequence?

Letter Never Meant to be Sent

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?

Compass Pointing South

by Dante - 8 April 2008

So I’ve finally told myself the truth and understand (well a little bit at least) that I’m affected by BIID. The truth…it is usually a wonderful thing. Speaking the truth allows us to trust one another and allows modern-day society to function. Some people say, it will ‘set you free’ as well. I’d like to smack that person upside the head.

Edge of Oblivion

by Dante - 5 April 2008

I am here as someone, with the aid of another, who has come to discover that I am affected by BIID, a term that I never knew existed until recently.

I had for many years prior to finding a proper name had the seeming need to be deaf. I don’t know where it came from or definitively why…I just felt that way and have been for years. Logic points to my experiences with other persons that are deaf/Deaf, and also a family member that worked in an educational establishment with deaf/Deaf children as potential triggers for this need to exist. I couldn’t tell you if that is true or not, the need is so much more primal, in my opinion.