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speak, look and act. Some will talk directly to someone but some will only speak through another one. I can see them in my head, I know what they look like, but when I switch I am not conscious of it. Sometimes I get a glimpse of the fact I am going to switch but a lot of times I am clueless, so there are times I may of just yelled at someone and not known it except by the look on the person's face who got yelled at, and then I am clueless what happened, why they are angry at me, what had I done or said? Or as a mature adult, I would be dressing as a teen and talking like one.

The clues took shape after my dad died, then my inner family slowly began to make themselves known to me. They felt safer, but were not totally safe until my mom died too.

After my dad died, I started to really start switching a lot, things were so confusing for me, I would go to work and then not find anything for "Sandi" was there the day before and cleaned up everything in such a neat order that I could not get my bearings for a while. Then I would begin to loose time, I would look out the window briefly and find out a half hour passed by. I found working either too hard or just not a possibility to do. My life was on a downhill spiral and with it my health was going that way also.

I began therapy with one vivid memory, the one my dad was sitting by me and I was in bed (my bed was in the living room, the rest shared a bedroom with a door)and he was drunk, telling me how he was going to take me away from my mom for she was a "bad mom" and then I remember dissociating, I went from seeing a moon to a train light and we were in a basement apartment so I could of not seen the moon at all, and I was about 4 years old.

I was sent to a therapist who specialized in sexual abuse of children with vague memories and when we were to explore mpd she quit where she was working, so my new therapist never had an mpd as a patient and when she saw my test for mpd, my diary of the different handwriting and my alters calling her she asked me "do your realize how serious this is?"....By that time I did. When it was first brought up about me having mpd, all I could think of was Sybil and then to those few I talked about it too, I saw either repulsion or relief in their faces and it was something I choose to not really talk to people about because of it.

I know God created our brains in such a wonderful way that it could store trauma in different parts of our brain, and it is processed differently also

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