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There is an amazing amount of work that goes into the process of being one person and not have the other alters interfere with your life. It is just like getting to know many individuals that make up this dissociative state. They finally would tell me who they were and as time went by I wanted to get to know them as well as possible and to feel how they were feeling. That meant I must listen to their pain and support them in the ways they needed.
In reality they were all parts of myself fractured off from the core personality simply because each alter carried different memories of abuse and trauma. One thing I could never quite get used to was the fact that each time I looked in the mirror my reflection was always different. That is kind of freaky! Each alter had different faces. I found myself looking in the mirror not because I liked looking at myself it was because I knew each time I did it I would see someone else. Sometimes the reflection was old a very old hag of a woman and still at times I would see a round faced little child.
Some of my alters would wear different wigs and very so different. Some wore glasses others did not. When I look back I wonder why I never asked myself who I honestly was. Much mental confusion.Some alters were left handed or right handed and one was ambidextrous. Also there was always such a great array of different clothing in the closet. It was amazing!