Saturday, January 14, 2012

the one who suffered multiple-personality disorder



few weeks ago i borrowed 2 books about Billy Michigan that was written by Daniel Keyes. It's a great and blow-minding book about 24 multiple-personalities of Billy Michigan. There was 24 personalities that lived in Billy's body and Billy didn't know about it. He thought he was crazy and always lost his time in his life. I would recommend everyone to read about it.

when i was reading that book. i remembered a girl that i met in a retreat several years ago. she was coming because her family and friends think that she needed a treatment for her. she had come to many churches (and psychiatric as i remember). when first i met her, she behaved well and she asked me that there's something wrong about her when she knew that i was studying about psychology. i said nothing was wrong about her but i had been wrong.

when days started to be dark, the symptoms began. first of all, she told me many times she was following somebody and pretended to be like her/ him; and i said it was okay because if somebody had a good appearance, we wanted to be like somebody we admired and curious about her/ his life. it wasn't stop after that, when night time came, she showed different behavior and acted like so many people that lived in her body.

one of the personality is a child that was so proud of her dad and confused with her mother. she was talking about her past childhood that her dad always sit on a vespa and she was so admired with that capture and her mother bought clothes that she didn't like. she repeated about those stories so many times. the other times when i curious and asked her to make sure something was different that time, likes what she had for her breakfast, she couldn't say it and behaved like somebody who had a low intelligent. she stuttered and kept saying: "what i had for my breakfast, what i had for my breakfast errr... what i had for my breakfast was.... omelette." when i asked her omelette and what else. she started shuttered and never finish her lines.

the others weird times we had when we was at the serving, and her face showed mental retarded or down syndrome expression, and pointed at the air; she said "scholar, lecturer". and the other night she acted like a grandma and kept saying death things like she saw a grave beside us and wanted to die. she also jumped when we sit a hill. i started to feel scared and kept distance with her, but a while after that she behaved normal again when we sit on a couch and socialize with people around us like a normal teenager. we talked about fashion, study, gossip, future things.

i never met her again, and because it happened long time ago, i forgot how her face looks like and what is her name. but i'm sure her case was similar with the book that i'm reading now. i hope she was fine and got the right treatment for herself.

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