Oh yes. You will certainly find my footprints on that path. It's such a
clever, complex, elusive disorder. Impossible to fake for any significant
length of time, though.
My bad alter is an excellent mimic and often pretended to be me. She
pulled it off for two years once, at the time of the greatest grief and stress in my life. But in doing so she saved me two years of what would
have been unbearable sorrow.
I don't hate being a multiple. There is no doubt in my mind of what the
alternative would have been. Withoit my samurai to send out during the
darkest times, my soul would have died and I would have ended up as a
sociopath, a fate worse than death to me.
And I recognize that this disorder is responsible for my superior skills
of survival, which have served me well more times than I can remember.
They are sleeping now, as far as I can tell. I have no parts, only five fully
realized alters, two being very dominant, that I refer to as.my tribe.
I can feel them, especially in times of stress, and know they will always
be there for I've reached an age where they will no longer be denied.

But If it gives you comfort to pretend they are not real, then do that. You
will, with age and life experience, eventually come to accept the reality and perhaps even enjoy the positive aspects of it

Me? I don't believe therapists are real.