Books About Multiple Personality Disorder Fiction Novels & Stories

Monalisa POV. Bracing myself inwardly, I walked into his office and the assistant closed the door behind me, excusing himself. I saw Greg, reclining on a chair behind his big mahogany table, reading a bound copy of something. Must be someone's project or thesis. Once I walked in, he took off his glasses and put them on his table, along with the book. He waved me to a seat in front of his desk and I sat down. Then he laced his fingers together and leveled me with an accusing look, "Multiple personality disorder, really?" A smirk turned up his lip, "Is that the best thing you could come up with?"

I say as I hear her shiver at the way I say it, "The one that will stop at nothing to keep me safe, to get what he wants. The one I saw at the camp, the one after me now." I say, looking over to Saki as she looked at me worried as she racks my body for any bruises. "He's never, ever hurt me. I barely see that side of him, but he's everywhere with everyone else. He doesn't really ever notice when he flips between these three. I learned about it in class. I have a degree in psychology. Multiple personality disorder." I say standing up and dust myself down, expecting Leigh to become overwhelmed, like when she said my eyes- that my eyes turn golden. "Is there a cure? Something to help? Why have

asked Amber lazily. She really did not think that Harper's madness in the book Read My Mind was that bad. It could be said that Harper had turned into a book addict. Almost every day Amber could see the book lying on Harper's desk and was always in the woman's hand when she didn't have a patient. Like this afternoon. She again caught Harper reading the fictional story of Jayden Hoover, a psychopath who had brutally murdered his mother as a teenager. "Psychotic. Behavior-based on—" "I know, Harp." Amber cut quickly as she raised her hand in the air. It seemed that she regretted her question which now made Harper even more excited to discuss the story of crazy Jayden. “You don't need to explai

“What kind of possibility?” “He may be experiencing multiple personality disorder.” Pete said in a serious tone, “In which there are two personalities hidden in a person’s body, the main personality is the side they would display more often, and the secondary personality is the side that would rarely appear. When you feel like the person has changed, then it should be because his secondary personality has taken over his consciousness.” Adina’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What causes might lead a person to develop multiple personality disorder?”

He sends me messages everyday reminding me to eat properly, sleep early, he tells me that he misses me and he loves me. I was laying on the bed when someone knocked at the door. It was Alora. Somehow, I feel like she wanted to tell me something. She walked inside my room and I was just looking at her. She was like a queen when she entered, her usual cold aura added to her angelic face. I admit she was the most beautiful woman I've ever met and she was also the craziest. She was quiet and distant. You rarely see her smile. When I say crazy, it's not a compliment but that's what she is. She has a mental illness called dissociative identity disorder. There are four other personalities living i

she said. I looked down at the veritable mountain of books. The titles ranged from “Disorders of the Mind: Wolf Psychosis and Beyond” to “Hidden Illnesses and Ways to Find Them”. I had already read several of them, but rereading them wouldn’t hurt. “Thanks.” I shoved the last bite of my second sandwich into my mouth, washed it down with the rest of my coffee, then hopped down from the filing cabinet and gathered everything up. “I’ll get started right away.”

As usual, she snuggled into her bed, covered herself with her thick blanket and started reading more on multiple personality disorder. Feeling full already after an evening at Crescent Fall, she didn't bother going down for dinner. She called in Samira and had her tell Emily and Anna she won't be joining them for dinner. She read till late in the evening, when she started feeling sleepy. Like a baby, she snuggled up to one of the pillows and within a few minutes, dozed off. The night was calm for the likes of Paige, who kept herself busy with the internet before falling asleep. Her reading was mostly about Simon, whom she believes behaves like fire and water.

I move to the door and lock it with the bolt first then raise the latch over it before hooking back the chain connecting the door to the wall. I walk back and disconnect some wires from the television and soon it is a fizzling box. I’m more comfortable with this meaningless sound. I pick a book, ‘’ The Caucasian chalk’’ and sit beside the stool. So many times, I have compared this story to the story of the two women in the holy book who slept side by side with their babies. One of the women wakes in the middle of the night and finds her baby dead. She then goes ahead to swap her dead baby with her neighbour's sleeping baby. The case gets to the king and the king declares that the living baby

She just chuckles without saying anything else. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched and took note of the turns and landmarks so I could get my bearings. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to escape again, but I'd be sure to check on Jess and Leo if I do. We pull into the parking lot of Sjoblom Research Institute of Mental Health. A seemingly innocuous facility for the research of treating mental disorders. But we've been to the basement. We've been in that basement for the last year and a half. We've been treating for general psychosis, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder. It's owned by a human doctor who's dedicated his life to "curing" the supernatural. Dr. Randal

"It's better than I imagined . You are not actually mentally unstable , you are just scared and turn to have illusions of the people who caused you harm . This is termed as post traumatic stress disorder. It is a disorder that may occur to people who have witnessed or experienced a traumatic event .'' So what are we going to do . '' That would be a tale for another day.Right now i only have one question that is , what did you like doing before all this happened ?'' I loved to read. I remember reading Nancy Drew's stories and they were simply amazing. '' Really i love reading too . Why not give you a book to read and you would come and tell me what happened every day?'' That would be amazing