I met my partner 13 years ago. We loved each other, we got engaged and we had a beautiful son together. Our lives were great. We call these years the “Good Times”.
Then she started acting strangely, and everything fell apart. We call these years the “Bad Times”.
6 years ago she was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) and we started treatment for that. It was moderately successful for a short period of time, but eventually her behavior deteriorated completely.
3 years ago she was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). At the moment she has 21 distinct personalities which present regularly. This journal is a chronicle of her disorder and of our attempt to keep our lives together.
The Alters
- Meisie, 2 years old, pre-verbal
- Glimmer, 4 years old
- Tooshie5, 5 years old
- Farrow, 7 years old, age-slider, Gate Keeper
- Tooshie8, 8 years old
- The Joker, 11, nonverbal, play spirit
- Trixie, 11, androgynous trickster
- Angel Eyes, 12, Happiness
- Skyler, 13, age-slider, self-harmer
- Kiska, 14, Schizophrenic
- Shafief, 15, M, Protector
- Chandré, 15, F, age-slider
- Erin, 16, F, Protector
- 7’teen, 17, F, emotional fragment, self-harmer, suicidal
- Miss Dragon, 18, F, Protector
- Shane, 18, M, Protector
- Mikhaila, 19, F, Mother figure
- Miki, 32, ANP, current Host
- Emma, 32, lifelong Protector
- Mistress Bitch, 34, F, Sadist
- Lydia, 40, F, Introject, Abuser
Her life is a constant confusing barrage of disconnected memories and events. Her emotional suffering cannot be described, only experienced. There is no medication for the disorder and treatment requires years and years of intense trauma therapy.
Learning To Love The Ride 