Books About Multiple Personality Disorder Fiction Novels & Stories

His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy. . How he murmured my name like it tasted sweet on his tongue. I wrote it all. Every detail. Every filthy, twisted thought. And when I finished, I slammed the journal shut and tossed it across the room. What the hell was wrong with me? I was supposed to be healing. I was supposed to be stronger than this. Seven days without giving in and the first thing I do is fantasize about the one man I’m not allowed to? I sat up in bed, hands clenched in my sheets, throat tight.

My stomach turned, reading words that felt like violation despite their obvious delusion. "But which reality is real? Yours where you married Damian, or mine where you married me? Or are they both equally valid, consciousness creating multiple simultaneous truths that we each experience as singular?" The handwriting deteriorated further, becoming almost illegible. "The doctors say I'm experiencing psychotic break, that my research damaged my ability to distinguish reality from delusion. What if they're wrong? What if I achieved consciousness level that perceives multiple realities simultaneously, and their limited baseline perception interprets that as insanity?"

But hell, that man is a complete jerk and an asshole. “I know,” I shrugged, thinking back last night and how it went between us. “But there’s something with him that I can’t point out. Like one moment, he’s like this and that. Then the next thing, his aura changes drastically as if he was a completely different person.” Could that be possible for one person? Perhaps, if he had a multiple personality disorder. I mean, that shit is a real thing. “Are you suspecting him as your phantom?” Nancy suddenly wondered aloud.

She turned around and hugged him, Rafael thought she was hugging in sleep so he hugged her back and slept beside her. Tears escaped her eyes when she processed the information about herself. She couldn't believe that she has multiple personality disorder, she becomes someone else and completely forgets herself. She has seen that only in movies. She remembers how she used to zone out while reading her favourite books and this used to happen with her favourite books only. The books which not only captures her heart but mind too. She still remembers the way she found Rebecca's journal. She might not have been so curious about Rebecca if her father wouldn't mention her so often.

Yet, to Byron, it didn't seem right. When he got her talking about the other girls, to forget her nervousness and actually talk about them, she did so with such fondness, and love. He knew mental illness could make people do strange things that only made sense to them. He also knew the mentally ill were far more likely to be victims of a crime than perpetrators, contrary to what the media and millions of horror movies have taught us. Even in the cases where the sick person does awful things, it's rarely planned out, at least not to the degree that these deaths must have been. Hannibal Lector, while compelling, was not a real person. And Janice, though smart and charming when she wanted to be

Chapter 19: Faith and Mutiny Eltan Storm I was flabbergasted as Dr. Parkins explained to me what dissociative personality disorder was. Hearing one or more than one voice inside the head? Having more than one distinct personality? It was like two or three people living inside a single body. The behavior was controlled by the personality in charge. Faith had this mental health condition. She didn't just have headaches. Her entire head was fucked up. "But I have never faced any of her other personalities—" I paused as a few images from last night and earlier this afternoon came to my mind.

neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she found her self interacting with, to contracdict, sweet precious reality. doctor montoya was fazed out. everyone, charles roach, H, bucharest all came to gather what was slowly becoming a crazy human just like the priest, only that it was just the once famous therapist who lost her two patients to suicide , and not some unknown parrasite illness that she claimed all the time in her dillusions. montoya heard H whispering to philbert "Obsessive-co

“But I deserve a second chance in life and in love. You asked for the truth right? Now that you have heard everything from me and what I have been going through, you can handle this. You are grown and I don’t have to take care of your feelings anymore. I am tired of keeping my past secrets to my children and my loved ones.” [so I made a mistake in my previous chapters guys. I typed ‘multiple personality disorder’ instead of ‘schizophrenia’. I have typed it as schizophrenia in my early chapters. but i made the mistake and typed multiple personality disorder. I have asked the editor to change it. So please don’t mind the mistake I made]

Just as he reached the door, Caspian's voice echoed in his mind. "The experiment was about multiple personalities. If you check the records, you'll see that a person with multiple personality disorder can have an average of 13 to 15 different personalities. Some even have more than a hundred." The man did not respond, sensing something was amiss. Caspian must be hiding something. However, after years of coexisting, they had never fully explored the depths of each other's secrets. "You're suggesting that I'm another personality that emerged from you after the experiments."

His face would darken as though she had committed some unforgivable crime. 'You’re doing it again,' he would snap. 'You’re always doing it.' Marcie would blink, confused, with a pounding heart. 'Doing what? Existing? Breathing wrong? Wanting to leave?' He twisted everything until she was the one apologizing. Until she was the one at fault. Until she was the one trembling, whispering sorry for things she hadn’t even understood. He manipulated her with terrifying ease, rewriting reality until she doubted her own memory. 'That never happened.'