“I knew Lynn was a "professional." Like all of the therapists I had seen before her, she was talking to me because she was getting paid to do so. But she was better at pretending that she cared. Her body… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“I thought carefully about the events of the evening and decided that there must be limitations on desires. It wasn't true that I could… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“Lynn said that therapy was like separating the strands in a tangled web of yarn. It made sense that things would keep getting more… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“I'm going through hell," I cried, "and Steve wants me to be thankful he baked a pie." (272)” — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“I had never before considered that people near me might have problems that were not caused by me. I had been created to please… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“I feel as though I can only hold it together if I don't worry too much about its falling apart. (288)” — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“Jo knew she had to be utterly truthful, even when her version of the truth conflicted with what Lynn wanted to hear. Truth was… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“Why didn't I feel that I belonged to my parents? How could I have known that I was not right? I think it has… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“Now that she had the diagnosis to explain her sense of reality, she sorted some of the chaotic jumble of thoughts and memories. "I'd… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“The accuracy of my memories, whether things happened exactly the way that the personalities remember, doesn't really matter. If my memory, combined with the… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“I don't expect to have a fully verified story of how Jo's disorder developed, but I don't think that historical accuracy is as important… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“I knew Lynn was a "professional." Like all of the therapists I had seen before her, she was talking to me because she was… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“It's like I'm carrying around this huge secret that I'm never supposed to tell. But since I don't remember just what I'm supposed to… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
