Apparently, earlier today I completely lost control and did some really bad things. I had already realized I was unstable and decided to withdraw, apologizing.

Until I was informed that I was being insulted behind my back. I didn’t open the post, I tried to ignore it, and well, that’s when I disappeared, and whoever was left was in a state of utter rage.

For those who don’t know, I suffer from Dissociative Identity Disorder. The effects can be triggered by stress or external pressures, or even feelings of fear.

The version of myself that remained was somewhat belligerent and aggressive, a persecutor, according to my mapping. A fragment of identity that repeats the patterns of abuse I suffered and attacks the very body that misses a constant state of violence.

If I yelled at you, insulted you, or was cruel to you, I’m sorry, whoever you are.

I haven’t seen the video, I don’t even know where it is, and honestly, I don’t remember anything about it. But I see the cuts, nothing too deep, nothing I haven’t seen before, new scars… Unfortunately. I think I’m beautiful, and it hurts a little. But anyway.

I apologize to the people I insulted, I apologize for the video, I apologize for subjecting the place to so much stress.

I’m lightly sedated now, I didn’t need stitches on my face. Sorry again.

And I thank Aurélia for telling me what happened; being kept in the dark, having your feet turned inside out is torture.

Once again, I’m so sorry, trans man. And I’m so sorry to the girls who ended up suffering on the front lines because of my complete meltdown. I simply don’t remember him; you all have him in mind, which is unfair. Sorry, sorry.

Ass: Vera Felix “Vlevleee”