“Why do I take a blade and slash my arms? Why do I drink myself into a stupor? Why do I swallow… — 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… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“Some alters are what Dr Ross describes in Multiple Personality Disorder as 'fragments', which are 'relatively limited psychic states that express only… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“Just as sometimes I wondered if Grandpa had ever existed, sometimes I wondered if I truly existed myself. As I was running,… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“There, there, best to bring it all up,' she said. My memory was in shreds. Imagine a photograph cut into narrow strips… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“My body was a Pandora’s box of aches and pains. When Grandpa died all the ailments came jumping out. I was forever… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“It is hard to bring paedophile rings to justice. Thankfully it does happen. Perhaps the most horrific recent case came before the… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“I remembered during puberty, through the anorexic mists of intermittent menstrual cycles, that man, my father, lifting Shirley's nightdress over her head… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“As a child I had been taken to see Dr Bradshaw on countless occasions; it was in his surgery that Billy had… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“Did I imagine the castle, the dungeon, the ritual orgies and violations? Did Lucy, Billy, Samuel, Eliza, Shirley and Kato make it… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
“It is necessary to make this point in answer to the `iatrogenic' theory that the unveiling of repressed memories in MPD sufferers,… — 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
