I have had this disorder ever since I can remember. I am nothing like Eve, or Sybil,
although my alters range from fully developed individuals with names to fragments of people (whose sole purpose is to just hold tight on to a memory and/or a feeling
that's agonizingly unbearable. Which is, of course, why they came into being in the first place).
Three of my alters are babies; I'm not really sure how old they are - they don't seem to be
walking, but can get around by crawling or holding onto furniture. They used to live in a
dark living room, with a nubbly brown sofa and a maroon-ugly rug. They seem to be happier now,
some of the little girls inside spend a lot of time with them, hugging them and loving them. I think they came into being because of neglect, not abuse, but that's just a theory of mine.
Then there are the little girls, some of whom are very sweet and pretty and usually happy right now (they weren't always happy). Their ages range from about 3 to preteens. And there are some who hold a dark secret
and are quiet and not exactly pretty. There is one who has no emotion - she just contains the brutal memory of
something really horrible. She is accompanied by the girl who is terrified of doors and bedrooms.
There are a range of teenagers; most are female. They range from very angry to very scared girls. One is suicidal
and picks up sharp objects to hurt herself with. There is a girl who is obssessed with sex. There a very frightened girl who (when she "comes out") will actually get out of
the car and just run if you stop the car or slow down. (She was date-raped at age 15, then dry-humped against her will at 15, and stranger-raped at gunpoint in a car at age 16. She doesn't hitchhike anymore.)
There is one man, who is very protective and comes out when (apparently) threatening situations occur. And there is a punk, in-your-face protective grrrl who does the same, and really doesn't give a fuck how big you are.
And there seem to be adults, one is a mother type and one goes to work. These are the faces that come out most often for others (real life people) to see.
And then there's me. Whoever that is.