Post by Anya Braginskaya on Apr 23, 2012 15:36:08 GMT -5
You felt the coldness in my eyes,
and something I'm not revealing.
Though you got used to my disguise,
you can't shed this awful feeling.
It's the me that I let you know,
'cause I never show - I have my reasons.
I hate to say that I told you so,
but I told you so, yeah!
There's blood on my hands
like the blood in you.
Some things can't be treated
so don't make me,
don't make me be myself around you.
Name: Anya Braginskaya
Country: Russia
Date of birth: December 30
Age: 22
Likes: Sunflowers, Warm places, Reading murder mysteries, Reading travel magazines
Dislikes: Being forgetful, The cold, Speaking about her family
Diagnosis: (300.14) Disassociative Identity Disorder, (308.42) Primary Insomnia Related to Another Mental Disorder
Voluntary/Involuntary hospitalisation: Involuntary
Time hospitalised: One week
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Sample journal:
Today they told me I am to keep journal. They say it will help me organize thoughts. I do not think my thoughts are disorganized, but if it will help, I will write. Bigger and bigger are gaps in time I don't remember waking, but I know I am not sleeping. I am still tired, and I have not had good sleep in so long. I wonder if she knows me. I do not know her, but they can tell me about her. Sometimes I am not so sure I want to know more than I do. I know she calls herself Roshiko I know that she is nothing like me.
Accomodations are decent. It is not as comfortable as my own home would be, but if they tell me it is not safe for me to be in my own home alone, I must believe them. Treatment, I am told, will be intensive. That word, 'intensive' ... I don't know if I like it.
I suppose only time will tell. But for now these are all my thoughts to share.
Sample RP:
Anya knew very well she shouldn't be glancing at the computer screen before her. It was the doctor's computer and he probably didn't intend for her to see the bright, capital letters but her curiosity got the better of her. 'ANYA BRAGINSKAYA' her name read, plain as day. It followed by demographic information along with a handful of notes in a font that was too small to read at first glance. Numbers read after the demographics. 300.14 and 308.42 stood out to her but she didn't know their meaning. She didn't like that code. She much rather preferred something she understood.
They told her she had Insomnia, and that was no surprise to the young Russian. She knew very well of her Insomnia. They said also she had Disassociative Identity Disorder. This she didn't understand. She'd heard the lay term: Multiple Personality Disorder and she'd seen scary movies featuring said disorder. But when did it actually become a part of someone's real life? There was another her? Another Anya?
No, her doctor had explained to her. This 'other' her wasn't like her at all. She knew nothing of this 'other her'. She called herself Roshiko, her doctor said, and she was very dangerous. She didn't want to know what she had done. It couldn't have been all that bad. She wasn't in a facility meant for the criminally insane after all.
She blinked and gave a start, realizing that her doctor had turned the screen away from her view and had started speaking to her. "I ... sorry. What was question?" She prompted.
"Last night. Tell me about sleeping last night."
"Oh." She began quietly. "Well, sleep did not come to me ..." And with her focus now on her Insomnia, Roshiko lay forgotten - only temporarily so - until the doctor next brought her up.
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and something I'm not revealing.
Though you got used to my disguise,
you can't shed this awful feeling.
It's the me that I let you know,
'cause I never show - I have my reasons.
I hate to say that I told you so,
but I told you so, yeah!
There's blood on my hands
like the blood in you.
Some things can't be treated
so don't make me,
don't make me be myself around you.
Name: Anya Braginskaya
Country: Russia
Date of birth: December 30
Age: 22
Likes: Sunflowers, Warm places, Reading murder mysteries, Reading travel magazines
Dislikes: Being forgetful, The cold, Speaking about her family
Diagnosis: (300.14) Disassociative Identity Disorder, (308.42) Primary Insomnia Related to Another Mental Disorder
Voluntary/Involuntary hospitalisation: Involuntary
Time hospitalised: One week
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Sample journal:
Today they told me I am to keep journal. They say it will help me organize thoughts. I do not think my thoughts are disorganized, but if it will help, I will write. Bigger and bigger are gaps in time I don't remember waking, but I know I am not sleeping. I am still tired, and I have not had good sleep in so long. I wonder if she knows me. I do not know her, but they can tell me about her. Sometimes I am not so sure I want to know more than I do. I know she calls herself Roshiko I know that she is nothing like me.
Accomodations are decent. It is not as comfortable as my own home would be, but if they tell me it is not safe for me to be in my own home alone, I must believe them. Treatment, I am told, will be intensive. That word, 'intensive' ... I don't know if I like it.
I suppose only time will tell. But for now these are all my thoughts to share.
Sample RP:
Anya knew very well she shouldn't be glancing at the computer screen before her. It was the doctor's computer and he probably didn't intend for her to see the bright, capital letters but her curiosity got the better of her. 'ANYA BRAGINSKAYA' her name read, plain as day. It followed by demographic information along with a handful of notes in a font that was too small to read at first glance. Numbers read after the demographics. 300.14 and 308.42 stood out to her but she didn't know their meaning. She didn't like that code. She much rather preferred something she understood.
They told her she had Insomnia, and that was no surprise to the young Russian. She knew very well of her Insomnia. They said also she had Disassociative Identity Disorder. This she didn't understand. She'd heard the lay term: Multiple Personality Disorder and she'd seen scary movies featuring said disorder. But when did it actually become a part of someone's real life? There was another her? Another Anya?
No, her doctor had explained to her. This 'other' her wasn't like her at all. She knew nothing of this 'other her'. She called herself Roshiko, her doctor said, and she was very dangerous. She didn't want to know what she had done. It couldn't have been all that bad. She wasn't in a facility meant for the criminally insane after all.
She blinked and gave a start, realizing that her doctor had turned the screen away from her view and had started speaking to her. "I ... sorry. What was question?" She prompted.
"Last night. Tell me about sleeping last night."
"Oh." She began quietly. "Well, sleep did not come to me ..." And with her focus now on her Insomnia, Roshiko lay forgotten - only temporarily so - until the doctor next brought her up.
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