Three And 3/4 Hours Of Sleep And I Keep On Going And Going

I was provided an opportunity to get just about three and three quarter hours of sleep. It was such a deep sleep that I was able to visit Dream World and had three telephone messages and eight missed calls. All within that window of about four hours sleep. There were no calls on my cellular device, which is a relief because that might have been an added agitator on this topic. All of the above appear to be the story of my non-hearing skull and life. My emotions have been in battle since I awoke.

I feel somewhat rested, though there are battles going on with the emotions and these alters of mine. I have shed tears and worry myself over shit I can't control. It seems as if the post Meniere's Attack symptoms and rubbish are always the most difficult processes for me to deal with.

There were a couple of things that were not discussed with Lady S. and I during our gathering yesterday:

1. I am a person who was once diagnosed with MPD. One time even, being compared to Sybil in a room of peers and other group members.

2. The realities of the continued molestation by a person of authority, A person once trusted.

3. "Vulnerable", is the word! My vulnerability was what I was trying to share with my latest and newest therapist, Lady S. This is EXACTLY how I feel when home alone! When I am asleep and cut off from my senses. When my telephone rings so many times it goes to the recorder. I dislike being cut off from the world and the sounds that are going on out of doors. I could not share with you if someone has rang my door bell or has knocked at my front door. Or back door.

I hate the feeling of being afraid. Being OOS, Out Of Sound does that to me. It's my nature.

For those of you out here who have an idea of who I am, you all know I might talk some. I share now with Kindred who may not know me yet, that I do talk. Yes. I mean to say that I enjoy talking and speaking with people...

...I hate it with a passion when I miss calls; especially those that are return calls. These calls are a life link for me - no matter who the caller may be or the subject matter. For Shits Sake, I have taken surveys on the telephone just so I am able to have contact with someone else who talks.

Please, I say no more.