Six months ago, I escaped from my father’s house. At the time, I couldn’t remember what had happened, so I went to the hospital and was diagnosed with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder). That’s when I discovered I had several alters. I never imagined I could have DID.
Suddenly, everything started to make sense… like puzzle pieces finally fitting together.
But then I learned something that shocked me even more: the “me” I thought I’d always been wasn’t actually the original. I had been living as a different alter without knowing it. It was terrifying to realize that my past self and my current self had completely different ways of thinking, different appearances, different genders, and different memories.
I’m so scared.
What scares me even more is that there’s an alter who emerged six months ago who’s been taking care of everything. They’re the one actively arranging hospital treatment, finding counseling, and applying for government welfare services. I can barely move because of depression, but they’re completely different—they can handle all of this.
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