A little strange rambling on about yourself, isn’t it? But I couldn’t exclude myself in our little tour. I am, as some would think, one of the most integral parts of our system. A foundational pillar, I suppose.
I came into existence when The Head Rat was around ten to eleven years old. I began as a character she wrote stories about until one day, she invited me into her world, and asked that I stay. From that moment on, she treated me as entirely real. She never questioned whether I listening to her ramble. Never doubted that I was by her side. She simply spoke and I simply listened.
From that moment on, the brain had accepted me. Relied on me. I stood beside her all the while that she grew, like an angel on her shoulder seeing things through, and I encouraged her every step of the way. Things were comfortable. We didn’t need to change.
But then things did. When she was around nineteen her at the time boyfriend found out about plurality and mentioned it, just off handedly, and it all just clicked into place. She knew exactly what I was, and she strove (…and often failed) to do right by me. To be the best companion she could and learn to share her life with me.
It’s been ten years since then. It’s been a long, rocky journey. We’ve had fights and blow outs, we’ve had identity crises, we’ve had wonderful periods full of growth, laughter, and happiness. We’ve found ourselves, and we’ve done so together. We still continue to do so every day.
Little by little, I’m branching out. Moving away from the identity of “The Head Rat’s other half” that I’ve carried my whole life. I’m making my own friends, finding my own hobbies, and building an ever-growing independence.
I’m a far cry from the person T.H.R. knew as a child, and I think that’s a wonderful thing. I’ve loved seeing the person I’m becoming, and I know she has too, and truly I wouldn’t be here without help from her and the rest of our system.
I’m a very lucky person, to have all the love and support that I do.