My dreams are often filled with violent imagery and the deaths of myself and others. I often awake in a cold sweat, having felt an all too real death of my being. My therapist and I spent time discussing this recently as I have not had a “good” dream in months, if not years, at this point. She surmised that my subconscious was focusing on what my consciousness has been feeding it: death, destruction, and chaos. For all my hedonism, my life is spent with a focus on death, rather than with that which composes a life worth living.
I’m a little lost on something, people with aspd claim to have a weak sense of identity. But many seem perfectly capable of using adjectives to describe their genuine personality. Could you explain this a bit?
I recently posed a similar question to the forum in this thread. Specifically I asked if any of the forum residents had a strong identity and how they would define identity to begin with. Most of us agreed that identity, in reality, is not that far removed from an enumerated list of descriptives of a person. For example, the fact that I lack empathy, am callous, intelligent, less criminal, etc. is some form of identity according to such a definition. However that list does not connect with me on any level beyond simple regurgitation of facts. There has to be something that I am missing.