O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

This blog is a medium for me to share what it is like to live with (in a romantic *bleugh* sense) someone that has Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) commonly referred to as Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD), in this case my girlfriend, Frankie (on twitter as @JstCallMeFrank). It is also to allow Frankie to get insights into their life from an outside perspective (thus the title, Frank From The Outside). However, nearly all my posts are about the bad days and so I wanted to try and address that.

If you read the blog and you're a little dim, you might believe that our life, our relationship is one long nightmare but if you pay a little more attention you'll notice that I don't write every day, maybe twice a week. So that leaves at least 5 days a week that I don't write, mainly because those 5 days are  good days, days where our relationship is wonderful, and it is. If you pay even more attention you'll see that when I do blog about a bad day it's a fraction of day, a few hours maybe. Of course we do have our less than perfect moments that I don't blog about but then what couple doesn't (maybe a couple who met on Facebook and think Monday mornings are fabulous; we call them "cunts that need stabbing")? But overall our relationship really is wonderful (what? I haven't used that word for a while). Yes, I could write more about the good days, maybe I will, but one, it would get very repetitive and two, it would possibly dilute the blog and make it difficult to be useful to it's purpose. Oh, a third, if I blogged about every minor detail of our life (barring the sex, I'm not writing about that, Emmie might, but I'm not) you might all think we're 'normal' and we are most certainly not having that.

All that matters is that whilst my blog posts describe some probably quite horrific by 'normal' standards bad times, it is in NO way a representation of our day-to-day relationship.

Having a girlfriend with DID isn't an easy relationship (I appreciate there are people with DID that are far less able to cope with it but I'm talking about Frankie) to have. Frankie et al consists of Ten alters and just like being in any group, not everyone will like you but there I am very lucky, far more than the odds would dictate do like me, some even love me. Only one in fact doesn't like me at all but she doesn't seem to like anyone.

Even so, it's not easy pleasing everyone and their condition (not happy about that word) can make it difficult, for example, one might ask something of me or want to do something (I am NOT talking about sex) but another may either have no knowledge of it or not want the same thing and regardless of whether I spot the switch, it can cause stressful moments. It is especially hard when it's about emotions.

But overall, we have a fantastic relationship. I love them and they love me (mostly). We have a huge amount in common and we do do 'normal' couple things - we go for walks, we watch films, we play games, we even on occasion talk to each other and I don't just mean via Twitter.

This is the second time I've written this post, I deleted the last one as it just didn't seem to fulfill its purpose and now I'm struggling again to do so. Like I said, without describing our days in fine detail there really isn't much I can tell you. We are happy, our relationship is wonderful and they are apparently very lucky to have me...

What's our secret to this blissful harmony? Wine. Wine and Twitter. Wine, Twitter and sex. Angry sex. And wine. [Hey! That's a tweet!]