“The last time it got this bad, I remember having to go to… extreme measures to handle it.”
Andrew stiffened at the thought of whatever methods Betsy was implying. Surely she meant healthy and valid preventive measures, which are proven to have worked, designed by reliable and credible psychiatrists?
Then again, when had he ever trusted any psychiatrist? Ever since Neil, really, when had he ever trusted anyone? Betsy didn’t count, even if she was the closest to what Andrew considered the definition of trusted.
Dissociative identity disorder, he learned a long time ago, wasn’t just Neil Josten forgetting himself. It wasn’t just Nathaniel Wesninski coming back to life whenever he wanted to.
It was Andrew needing to have the capacity for two entirely different beings, separate but so intricately intertwined that they were forced to live in the same body, and had no choice in the matter. Because they weren’t conscious of the concept of being separated. Nor could they be.
Putting his hand on the doorknob, Andrew asked, “Who is he today?”
Betsy sighed, and put her hand on Andrew’s shoulder, gave it a reassuring squeeze. She took it away before Andrew could flinch.
“He’s Nathaniel today,” Betsy replied, shoving her glasses up the bridge of her nose. As the door went ajar, she added, “He hasn’t been Neil for weeks. So he might not know who you are.”
I’m about to spend the rest of the week watching Eyewitness and Skam, because even though I swore to myself I would leave TV shows for good after that last Gallavich shitshow, I apparently can’t get enough pain so I’m going through as much TV shows as I can; now that Shadowhunters is back, soon Gotham too, I can’t wait to see how all of my ships will fall apart while I’m getting invested in new ones. Guess who really loves suffering.
A “softer” approach in my coloring style, featuring Konoe (my sweet cat baby). I was testing out some new brushes and I gotta say I LOVE them so far :) it was worth the investment! And what better way to start using them than by applying them to my N+C babies? :3
I gotta admit though, I was struggling with this drawing so much, I considered abandoning it or dumping it to my graveyard of incomplete sketches ;-; BUT I kept at it until I got something satisfactory x3 The power of perseverance triumphs!