i used to think everybody was like me too. i just thought there was some kinda social convention so you weren't supposed to talk about the voices. then the people who were looking after me in the home started finding me in odd situations. they would find me sitting in my closet on a heap of empty wine bottles and stuff like that. i didn't know how they got there or how i got there. they didn't know whether to believe me or not... then they got to thinking i was possessed and i guess about then i knew i was different from other people.

but i didn't know what was wrong...

after i got depressed and went to hospital they gave me antipsychotics for the voices. the antipsychotics didn't work very well. but the chlorpromazine and stuff drugged me so i cared less.

then... i woke up in the library one day in front of the computer and there was an article on the screen about this person who had DID. she heard voices and missed time too. i kept hearing 'equal time equal time i'm entitled to equal time' and i knew... but it took me a while to kind of accept it.