Chapter 5, this is the last one i promise...

[woodoo_kitty]

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[xanguisettex]

what's interesting is that while a couple of my inmates had an idea of what MPD or DID was supposed to look like, they were always confused by me. thought i was "bipolar." hah. i wish. it's only on the charts to keep me insured.

also interesting: i asked the doc why in the hell such a mix was even written down (BPD, PTSD, bipolar). Apparently, everyone runs screaming when they see BPD or PTSD alone, but if anyone wrote down DID, absolutely no one would come within an inch of me.

so bipolar, PTSD, and BPD stay on the record and i was covered 90% by my insurance. guess it ain't so bad, even if the poor psychologists in there fucking gaped at my ass.

any luck with professionals on your end? bailey still seems to turn funny colors when i flip on her.

[woodoo_kitty]

Nah, i haven't been to a therapist of psychologist. It seems that even though I haven't been to anyone, I seem to get along ok with it. it's just a bit rough part of the time, but we have pretty good communication, (remember when i thought i was schizophrenic? well that was them talking to me) but i still have issues with memory. as in i remember things all wrong in my head because i have like 13 diffrent views mixed into one so it's kind of like those stories you did as a kid where one person writes one line and it goes around the class till it was finished. well it's like that pretty much, like an eccentric collage. anywho, it is kind of like the pink elephant isn't it? "oh i'm DID." *screaming people who run away and hide* "it's not that bad seriously!"