I know that I have child personalities. Let me tell you how I know. When I was a teenager a liquor store opened up in Gainesville, Georgia. Three of my friends and I drove up there and bought two fifths of Jack Daniels. On the drive back to Buford which is only about thirty to forty minutes drive we got into a chugging game. I went away.

When I next became aware I was in my parents house in my bed. I was sick as a dog. I had been beaten up. As it turned out I was beaten up by my friends on the side of the expressway. Then my Dad beat the crap out of me with a belt while I was passed out in my bed. He had found my friends trying to take me into the Mc Donalds in Buford to go to the bathroom. He threw me into the car and took me home.

Later I asked my friends why they beat me up. They said that I started to talk like a baby and it pissed them off. I still don't know what truly happened. At the time I did not know anything about dissociative disorders. I did not even know how mentally ill I was because my parents never talked to me.