Dissociative Identity Disorder.
Today hasn’t been a good day for me on the personality front.
I have Dissociative Identity Disorder.
I don’t call it that, being of a different generation and mindset, I prefer to call it by the old term ‘multiple personality disorder.’
There is debate over whether this disorder is distinct separate personalities or merely less than one whole personality.
I don’t feel less of a whole person, more that I am multiple people.
Less than 2% of the American population have multiple personality disorder, and women are diagnosed 6 times more than men.
So how come movies always portray men as the crazy person with multiple personality disorder ?, serial killers, who’s alters secretly kidnap people and murder them ?
Why is it never the 50 year old British Geordie Bird, who thinks fuck it let’s go rip some heads off ?
I don’t think I have a personality that is capable of murder, but never say never, my ex husband hasn’t been seen for 8 years so you never know.
Today has not been a good day. Although I can be stable at times, if certain ‘triggers’ occur out of the blue, I can become angry Betty, she is 13 and was let down by everybody in her childhood. She is still very angry about that.
Last night we were ‘triggered’ during a text conversation with a friend.
He wasn’t to know it was a trigger for us, but 13 year old Betty got on her high horse and chased him off.
Waking this morning we still weren’t quite sure which Betty we were, when the teen son suddenly informed us that he wasn’t going to school. He has started refusing school again, and we are thinking about taking him out of the education system altogether, because of his Autism and anxiety.
So in a split second we quickly changed to Mammy Betty.
Mammy Betty gets on with the job, says it like it is, only teenage Betty keeps jumping in and out too. We began switching rapidly through all alters, looking for a solution.
Unfortunately suicidal Betty claimed the throne for a good few hours, whilst stoner Betty and Heidi continually dragged her up to the joint at the top of the garden until she disappeared.
This is quite a disappointed because we thought that suicidal Betty had gone for good. This seems not to be the case.
We shall have to keep our eye on the ball. This Betty is too clever and sly for us to ignore.
This is me, writer Betty signing out for now.
Tune in next time for ‘what happened to Wednesday ?’
love Betty x