The New Edition of The Orchestra Analogy

I have posted the orchestra analogy before, but since I have new people who have begun to follow me, I thought I’d post it again.

This version isn’t the same as the one posted before. I have been thinking about it and have added more and simplified it. I think it now gives a clear indication of what life is like as a multiple who is in the process of calming the chaos that comes with having alters.

I know integration is the nasty “I” word among the DID community, but it need not be frightening. The others inside us are going absolutely nowhere. Never. Ever.

Like I have told my insiders, we are the same person and no one can leave anyone else. No one can die until we all die. That’s the reality of being human.

There was a lot of resistance in the beginning within my system as many of you well- understand. They didn’t want to acknowledge they were not autonomous beings and I was fearful and even hated them because of the chaos that was my life.

After I began working hard with Paula, my Therapist, she gave me the orchestra analogy, albeit not as defined as I have made it. I took her idea and ran with it.

So, here without further ado, is the current edition.

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The Orchestra Analogy of Integration

There was an orchestra of forty plus members.

They all had the same dream, to play beautiful music before huge audiences and be successful.

All the players were excellent at their different instruments.

However, they had a huge problem, they all played different music.

Some played Beethoven, while others played Mozart or Chapin.

The result of these different sounds was just chaotic noise.

They could never have become famous because the sound they made pleased no one.

The orchestra was going nowhere. Without help, they would fail.

Then one day one of the orchestra leaders sought help from a brilliant Maestro who agreed to take up the baton.

The Maestro began working with the members of the orchestra, teaching them how to work together.

The Maestro encouraged the orchestra members to acknowledge how important each other were to end the fear and division that permeated their number.

Slowly, achingly slowly, the orchestra members began to understand that they must do as the Maestro suggested if they were ever to reach their goal.

The orchestra members began to love one another, but they needed a leader.

So, one day the Maestro asked for one member of the orchestra to learn to lead the others.

The Maestro knew one day they would need to leave, and that the orchestra needed a leader.

One of the strongest members agreed to take up the baton and to learn to become the leader of all.

Then one miraculous day the orchestra found themselves playing beautifully harmonious music.

Soon after, they began to play for many audiences and met with great success.

Once in a while, a member of the orchestra would forget and begin to play alone, but soon they realized that playing their own music wasn’t as wonderful as playing with the others.

One day the Maestro told the orchestra it was time for them to go.

With many teary eyes, the orchestra bid a fond farewell to the one who had helped them see that they needed each other.

A few years later, the orchestra realized deep down that they had always been one.

They were not just the orchestra, but the Maestro as well.

Eventually, after much hard work, a fusion of the orchestra occurs where the members of the orchestra no longer consider themselves to be separate from each other.

Instead, they are one unit making lovely music in harmony.

From that day forward, they became a “me”, instead of “we.”

Will the orchestra ever have problems again?

Of course.

Enough stress or fear may trigger the orchestra to part ways for a short while.

However, they will always come back together for the good of all.

Because, after all, their success in the future depends on them all.

Each part is vital and that means they are strong and can then teach other orchestras to play together and succeed as they had.

The End

 

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