“When I was with my mother, I sometimes thought of myself of a trophy—something to be flaunted before friends. When out of public view, I sat on the shelf ignored and forgotten.” — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
“Nancy was as proud as she was critical of her younger daughter. She spoke glowingly about the precocious little girl who said her first sentence at seven months and walked at ten months.” — 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
