So uh. i'm writing something similar to the movie inside out, but from my point of view, and I tried writing my traumatic experiences to slightly explain how my system formed. so im gonna share that.
tw//abuse and trauma
“Oi, looks like we got another situation for Egil to figure out.” Deirdre pointed out, nodding towards our surroundings. We were being pulled by someone. Though who I still don’t know. They grabbed our arm and dragged us to a corner. You could almost see the hair on the back of Egil’s neck stand up. This person… whoever they were, grabbed something. It was hard. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but I knew it was hard.
“This is bad. This is much worse than the height.” Egil muttered, frantically pushing us to move away. But we weren’t fast enough. Whoever dragged us to this corner pulled us back and hit us with what they held in their hands. Everyone flinched. Suddenly, Egil pulled out a key. I’d never seen something similar. Neither Deirdre or me have anything like it. It glinted in the light. Egil pushed it into a matching keyfob. A button appeared before him.
Would you like to initiate the separation process to remove this event from the consciousness?
A loudspeaker blared over head, repeating the same message. Egil sighed and pushed the button.
“There.” He said quietly, still shaking. The loudspeaker shut down. Our screen went blank. I couldn’t tell what was happening.
“What was that about?” Deirdre asked.
“I removed it from our memory. We don’t have to think about it anymore. It’s gone.” Egil replied, walking to the other side of the room.
“Where did it go?” I asked meekly.
“To a different side of the brain. It’ll be held there so we can forget it. No use in remembering the bad, right?” He gave a gentle smile.
“Right.” I replied.