For me now it’s like a bunch of siblings, a lot of disagreement and negotiation but a lot less bark and hardly any bite. I never feel alone. I definitely grew up being more aware of the inner world than the outer world. I had no idea what was going on but I can remember my mother telling me to “talk properly” and I thought I was. As I got older I became aware of a sense that my mother was scared and worried about me and all the time I thought I was doing just fine. Come to think of it, it was my mother who gave me the book Three Faces Of Eve to read. She is no longer with us but looking back, I think she might have had some suspicion of MPD and it scared her. I was oblivious of course.