Books About Multiple Personality Disorder Fiction Novels & Stories

The room that I was in does not have its own comfort room so I had to use the common in the kitchen. Just when I was about to turn off the light, my attention was caught by the notebook that Rose used to write things about me. In the back of my head, I really don’t want to look at what’s inside as it is not good to know how she evaluated me. But curiosity got the better of me. I convinced myself that what I am doing is just to see if Rose is really capable to help me. I picked up the notebook and turned the first page – ‘Subject # 12 – Shaun East – Possible multi-personality > likely – possible bipolar > likely – possible Hypersexual Disorder> very likely – possible borderline personality di

He said as he took out an injection from his bag. “After all the things she went through, she has developed multiple personalities inside her in order to protect herself. She thinks that in this way she can help herself forget her past and move on. Actually, every person suffering from this disease thinks that it is helping them. But it’s exactly the opposite. It makes them violent and have a self-destructive nature. It is slowly killing them inside because they are always conscious…even a little bit. Their heart always remembers the pain.” He said looking at Ansh who was carefully listening to whatever he was saying.

“At least, the ones that have appeared so far. Refer to this any time a new one appears to you. Feel free to edit and add to this book as needed, his personalities are people and, therefore, are constantly growing and changing. If you encounter a new persona not listed in this book, then give the new man a brief interview and add a page for him. I have organized the book by the frequency of their appearances. Any questions?" All I could do was stare. It was enormous. Jack mentioned that three personalities appeared most frequently, but there had to be over fifty different pages in this book. Did he really have so many personalities? How could I keep them all straight? Thomas must have seen t

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

I had only a few minutes left before my psychology exam started. I was feeling very tired and dizzy. I wanted to throw up and I felt like collapsing in the faculty corridor. Since Damian left, I've been having a frequent change of personalities— Illy and Scarlett have been occupying my body and they controlled all of me. They must have spent more time in reality than I did this week. Only my medication helped me control my emotions to study for the finals, or else I wasn’t going to be able to open a book.

Please note that this book is only fictional. So some medical issues mentioned here might differ from reality. PREFACE Having a double personality can be hard. And having three personalities is even harder. However, Claire was able to get used to her problem and lived amicably with her other two personalities and became good friends who protected each other. Claire::::::: The owner of the body. Mia:::::: The genius personality. Scarlett ( Red ):::::: The Sassy and badass personality. *********

William was a 50-year-old literature professor. The second person was Milligan. This Milligan was a formidable rebel. He was very fond of communism and was fluent in Russian. The third person was Sybil. She was a caring 35-year-old housewife who was capable but chatty. “You have dissociative identity disorder. You have three personalities," Dr. Fareeda explained. "Oh my god," I curled up. Doctor Fareeda started to explain what happened while I was on the drug, what events, and who was responsible, as I forgot. Then Dr. Fareeda re-played the recording.

The hairs on my arms stand taut on my skin, and I turn to my feet with the utmost caution. The black figure that is sitting on my bed has in his hands my Machiavellian Little Red Hood book, a version that a psychopathic writer wrote a few years ago, they are the same characters from the children's story but with a more disturbing look. Little Red Riding Hood is a teenager with dissociative disorder, she heads through a dark forest to the house of her old and wrinkled grandmother. This girl who has two faces, one is mom's little angel and the other a nocturnal monster that fucked travelers and campers in the forest, ripping off their private parts when they finished. The development of the st

he adjusted his position on the chair. “One identity might handle situations that feel unsafe, while another might take charge during times of stress. This disorder is quite complex because it goes beyond feeling sad or losing interest in things. It includes having gaps in memory, feeling like different parts of their personality take turns being in control, and sometimes not recognizing certain memories as their own,” he explained further and I gripped my hair, looking down at my feet with my blurred gaze. ‘What. In. The. Fvcking. Hell. Is. THIS?’ I roared in my head, the animosity I feel towards Dagnus soared by this load of information.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.