Trigger warnings: discussion of trauma and abuse, no details, but may be generally emotional. Read with caution. “For you, it was a Sunday; for me, it was the end.” A line from a poem I wrote a while ago, reflecting on the fact that while the trauma that has caused...
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Recently, I’ve been reflecting on the friendships I’ve made and the people I’ve met over the years, especially during our undergraduate degree. And so, I thought it would be a good idea to sit down with one of those friends to discover from the other side what it’s like to...
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Having tried to dispel some of the myths about DID in our first column, ‘‘Origin Story’, we thought we’d show you what day-to-day life looks like. If we aren’t a serial killer like the media presumes, and are simply a student living with DID, what do we do all day?...
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“Tell me about your anger.” These words opened our therapy session last week, and I was slightly taken aback. “Tell me about your anger,” my therapist insisted. The next 15 minutes were filled with various swear words as I tried to pinpoint exactly where my anger was coming from. As...
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I used to think ‘origin stories’ were for superheroes and villains: the moment something explodes, and suddenly a life makes sense. Though my past is complex and distressing, my origin story is not dramatic: it starts with waking up in a body I could barely recognise as my own, and...
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