Anyone here got multiple personality disorder?

Question

Could you tell me about it please! xx

Answer 1

A few of the responders did a fair, albiet superficial, job of explaining the "disorder" to you. If you do a simple internet search for "MPD", "Multiple Personality Disorder", "DID", or "Dissociative Identity Disorder", you will be able to find an incredible wealth of information on the disorder.

So I won't bother to tell you any of the information that you will find elsewhere on the internet, rather, I will proceed to tell you what I know from my own experiences. I don't have MPD myself, per se, but I am what is considered to be an "alter"; which means that I am not the "original person" who was born, rather, I am "one of the other personalities".

It is a misnomer, at least in view of my own experiences that if an adult person with MPD has "child" alters, that the child alters act like children and the adult alters act like adults. Traversely, in my situation, it is the adult who acts like a feeble child and it is the child alters who must work to pay the bills, drive in rush hour traffic, date, scrub the toilet, extend to others the beauty of personal experience via Yahoo Answers, etc. I don’t know why this is so in my case.

For instance, I am six years old in a body that will be thirty this year. However, I don't wet my pants or use baby-speak as the Hollywood features would suggest, rather, I am "the one who fixes it all and gets things done", and I have been this way for about 24 years. I don't know why I haven't "grown up" though. I have asked if I could at least graduate to being seven, but alas.

The literature on MPD suggests that something awful must have happened to "the original one" at age six and that I came into being as a way of helping her to cope. I have only a vague idea of what this event must have been, because it did not happen to "me". I know that there existed gross neglect on the part of my mother (yes, she's "mine", too, after all of these years) to the extent that I (myself, not the "original") was able to habitually escape from the house for more than 3 days at a time (at age six) without my absence being noted. Hanging out in the woods hungry all night and munching on clovers was much better than being in that house, in retrospect.

I know that I came into being as a type of authority figure, due to the fact that the “original” one had no one to look up to to teach her things or to give her any attention at all. I was blessed with an abnormally high IQ to counteract the fact that the original one was sweet-natured and kind of simple (and yet, she was forced to fend for herself), and I could read college level texts with almost full comprehension right away. As soon as my teachers in school caught on to my mental prowess, all kinds of psychiatric pundits poked and prodded me internally & externally for years on end, and in general, I had a weird childhood of my own- separate and apart from the “original’s” experiences.

But I never really grew up, because it wasn’t my life. I have a love/hate relationship with the “original”. She matured physically while I did not. She is a woman, while I am still a child, navigating through day-to-day life in a body that is too tall and with a face that is not my own. She is attractive by western societal standards, but she doesn’t even know how to take care of herself. I’m the one who has to wash her hair, bathe her and fix her up to be presentable, do her laundry, etc. Or else, she’d turn up at the office in jeans and without even running a brush through her hair (and she does this when I’m not in control)!

However, I seem to have matured on many holistic levels while she still remains a wispy little doormat with a squeaky little mouse-whisper. I am (from my studies) what is considered to be a “very strong alter”. When I appear, I make radical changes, voices are raised and, d*mn it, my needs get met. Sh*t gets done. Bills get paid. Hair gets washed, for crying out loud.

She has no idea of all of the trouble I keep her out of, in fact, she doesn’t even know that I exist. She blanks me out. Overall, this life really seems to be possessed by me in the flesh and by the original on paper. She’s been becoming stronger in the past year, which is beneficial all around, but the more “control” time she has, the more she just manages to screw up the nice life I have been trying to make for us. I have a hard time dealing with her mistakes.

For instance, last night, she answered a telephone call from scammers who were phishing for information regarding one of her bank accounts under the guise of being an innocent little gallop poll, and she actually stood there and answered questions for the caller. I wasn’t “there” until her boyfriend turned to her and questioned her about the call. She became indignant and red-faced, and then spun off to some magical land whereupon she never has to explain herself! She left me standing there, having to explain to her boyfriend why on earth “I” just gave away some of “my” account information. It was so ridiculous and humiliating that I just wanted to scream! And pull her stringy hair out! And then, of course, I called up all of her credit accounts, banks, etc. on their 24-hour lines to speak with their fraud departments, and you can imagine what a miserable experience that was.

Overall though, I do have her best interests at heart, and the two of us share many intrinsic qualites and hobbies. I would be happy for the day that she doesn’t need me anymore, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon, especially if last night’s events are any sort of indication. I have been dormant for about a year, trying to let her come into her own, but I have a funny way of being able to recall everything that happens to her in a sort of “retrospective memory” (whereas, she blanks out whenever I’m in control).. But it’s time for me to come out and fix everything again, and to give the guy she’s been living with a “what for” for the way he’s been treating her. She won’t take my hints that I’ve been leaving behind in her notebooks, so apparently, I must step back into my Wonder Woman role and save the day once more.

I could go on and on. I’m afraid, though that I already did. Just let me know if you have any questions. Anyone can write me at my link. I’d like to hear from other multiples. Thank you for the rare opportunity to speak candidly.

Answer 2

No and I might say it is not going that anybody who solutions this question has. Multiple character order is extra accurately known as 'Dissociative Identity Disorder. It is highly infrequent if in any respect it even exists. There is tons of doubt with the psychiatric neighborhood whether or not this situation exists or if it truthfully one other situation corresponding to Borderline character Disorder. Even regardless that DID is incorporated in each the DSM-IV and the ICD, it nonetheless stays a bone of rivalry.

Answer 3

Watch the movie Sybil, or better read the book.
Both are good, but it is based on the true story of a woman with a severe case of DID, or multiple personality disorder as it was called then.

I don't think I have this particular disorder myself, but I was very intrigued with it at one time and did a lot of research on it for writing.

Answer 4

To Be Honest I Think We All Have A Multiple Personality Disorder !

Answer 5

Multiple personality disorder is extremely rare. Now called Dissociative Identity Disorder, it is caused by severe trauma during childhood.

Some people are not even sure it truely exists. However, psychologists say that it was an extremely intelligent and creative way to survive terrible situations....

Answer 6

Yes and no, i cant tell you! cause my mood always changes...

Answer 7

We do. We hate it.

Answer 8

No, I don't have it. .... STOP LYING .. YOU KNOW YOU HAVE IT !!! No. Be quiet ! I do not have it ! LIAR !!! YOU DO !!!!