I am a fraud. I wanted to understand Dissociative Identity Disorder because I wanted to understand myself. I didn’t like it, though, all this multiple personalities crap that made me feel out of control. So I changed it. I made DID okay. Hard, but okay. I made myself look sane … on paper, anyway. I am not sane. I am crazy. I try so hard and fool a lot of people. And the sickest part is that I still believe I’m right. I still believe that Dissociative Identity Disorder is an extreme amplification of what everyone experiences. I still believe there aren’t any people in my head, that they’re just me, just dissociated aspects of one identity.
But there are people in my head. I slip and say “we” sometimes. Rarely. But sometimes. There are people in my head and that in and of itself isn’t crazy. But I am crazy.
And that makes me a fraud.