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“There needs to be a nationwide awareness programme for all NHS staff, to educate them about dissociative disorders. Diagnoses need to be more obtainable within the NHS; people's lives should be placed ahead of funding restraints and bureaucratic red tape. We need minimum standards of care and treatment agreed and implemented within the NHS to end the current nightmare of the postcode lottery—not just guidelines that can be ignored but actual regulations.”

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“Je n'allume plus jamais ce poste recouvert d'un plastique jaune que l'on m'apporté avec une fausse magnanimité. J'ai trop peur de saisir cette voix chaude et tendre, trop peur de l'imaginer derrière les murs gris de cet hôpital sinistre. [I will never again turn on this yellow plastic-covered radio that was given to me with fake generosity. I'm too afraid of encountering that warm, gentle voice, too afraid of imagining it behind the grey walls of this sinister hospital.]”

“Basic misunderstandings about DID encountered in the therapeutic community include the following: ° The expectation that all clients with DID will present in a Sybil-like manner, with obvious switching and extreme changes in personality. ° That therapists create DID in their clients. ° That DID clients have very little control over their internal systems and can be expected to stay in the mental health system indefinitely. ° That alter personalities, especially child alters, are simply regressive states associated with anxiety or that switching represents a psychotic episode. Anyone who experiences dissociation on a regular basis knows better, however. DID is not only disruptive to everyday life but is also confusing and, at times, frightening.”

“Those with dissociative disorders face a big enough battle living as multiples and dealing with past trauma. Like everyone else, they deserve to be heard and recognised, not stigmatised.”

“I attempted to be clear and straightforward in my approach to Dr Tate, deferring to his medical expertise and stating my desire merely to be helpful. Renee and Joan Frances, in turn, were clear and straightforward about their needs in a way that was new for them. Yet we were seen as manipulative multiple and puppet therapist. Renee had probably never been less manipulative in her life than when she was trying to reason with Dr. Tate.”

“Morning nugget and public declaration: “Love without loyalty is just performance. I’m not casting roles—I’m cultivating covenant. If your presence is a strategy and not a sacrifice, I’ll pass. Please know that I’m not flattered by flattery. I’m strengthened by faithfulness. Don’t camouflage your competition as compassion. I see it. I name it. I exit. I’m not your networking opportunity—I’m a divine assignment. Treat me accordingly.” “I declare that every hidden motive is exposed, every counterfeit connection is cut, and every true covenant is confirmed. I walk with those who walk with me—not around me, not above me, not behind me. I am surrounded by sincerity, not strategy.”

“My grandfather often felt frustrated or baffled by my grandmother's illness, but when it came to the origins of the Skinless Horse he thought he understood. The Skinless Horse was a creature sworn to pursue my grandmother no matter where she went on the face of the globe, whispering to her in the foulest terms of her crimes and the blackness of her soul. There was a voice like that in everyone's head, he figured; in my grandmother's case it was just a matter of degree. You could almost see the Skinless Horse as a clever adapation, a strategy for survival evolved by a proven survivor. If you kept the voice inside your head, the way most people did, there could really be only one way to silence it. He admired the defiance, the refusal to surrender, involuntary but implicit in the act of moving that reproachful whisperer to a shadowy corner of a room, an iron furnace in a cellar, the branches of a grand old tree.”