“I remembered during puberty, through the anorexic mists of intermittent menstrual cycles, that man, my father, lifting Shirley's nightdress over her head and asking her in his mocking way to choose what colour condom she wanted. 'Red or yellow?' Which… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“The word is dissociate. There is no 'a' before the 'ss'. People invariably say dis-a-ssociate, which, if you're suffering Disso-ciative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder,… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“It’s hard to feel supported when you can’t tell people everything. People haven’t really got a clue what it’s like. It’s hard to trust… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“If I was set an essay on Friday, I’d spend three hours on Saturday morning in the library. Was that normal? I didn’t know.… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“When the black thing was at its worst, when the illicit cocktails and the ten-mile runs stopped working, I would feel numb as if… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“Why do I take a blade and slash my arms? Why do I drink myself into a stupor? Why do I swallow bottles of… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“PART 2 I felt doomed to death, But in a flash, Before I could reduce my thoughts To an emotion, I felt a mass… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“Weird? Absurd? That’s how it seemed to me. I had these forces, these compunctions, these alternative personalities inside me, driving me. It was like… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“When sleep came, I would dream bad dreams. Not the baby and the big man with a cigarette-lighter dream. Another dream. The castle dream.… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“Of course, I should have known the kids would pop out in the atmosphere of Roberta's office. That's what they do when Alice is… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“Once I had found the courage to tell Rebecca about the children in my head, it wasn't so hard in the coming months to… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“During this hour in the waking streets I felt at ease, at peace; my body, which I despised, operated like a machine. I was… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“When I was cooking I enjoyed a sense of being ‘out’ of myself. The action of dicing vegetables and warming oil made my hands… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
