“Me, Me, Me and My Therapist: This is what it feels like to suffer from dissociative identity disorder” by Vivian Conan in today’s New York Times

“…Outside-Me was a competent grown-up in my 50s, involved with family and friends and holding two jobs…Inside-Me was a conglomerate of 10 or so people-parts whom I referred to variously as I, we, she, they or even ourself. I’d been that way ever since I could remember, but never thought to mention it to any of the five [previous] therapists I’d seen since I was 16.

“It wasn’t until my late 40s that I learned I had Dissociative Identity Disorder [Multiple Personality Disorder]…

“One of those Inside was Wendy, a precocious 6-year-old who, like her namesake in ‘Peter Pan,' was a caretaker. Wendy often dominated our [therapy] sessions, appointing herself speaker whenever she felt any of us was vulnerable. The moment we heard about [her therapist’s upcoming] sailing trip, she’d popped out to direct the interrogation…”

The above is from today's essay by Vivian Conan, who is working on a memoir.