I had always known that I was different, I had no friends because no on wanted to hang around such a sickly odd kid as I was. I was always vomiting, had severe migraines, in fact my whole body ached. I was so distraught that I prayed for death every second of the day (not knowing what was wrong with me). This went on until I was forty years old and had a mental breakdown. I began seeing images of people in my head and was so ill for 3 days that I could not even keep a cracker down. I finally figured out that my best bet for freedom was to visit my primary care physician who sent me to my psychiatrist and I was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (formerly known as multiple personality disorder). I was not crazy at all and wanted to tell everyone whom I had always known about my diagnosis to explain why I had acted so odd all my life.
Well, I kept telling people about my story and finally built a website as therapy. That was back in 2001 and from that website I have been able to support many survivors of childhood abuse and domestic violence who suffered with any type of mental disorders or illnesses but mostly D.I.D.
I still have the opportunity to help others from the pages of my site. At this point I have lost all of my friends and most of my family because of the shame that has been put upon my family. It has taken years for me to accept this but I finally find that loneliness is worth the price that I have paid to speak my voice.
I haven’t stopped telling people about my diagnosis and even my past life because I feel that an opened ear is more helpful than the words that I could speak.
Thank you for this website and the organization that you have created.