Why (in)Sanity?

Okay, what I really mean is SANITY, but in deference to the uninformed masses who would question my soundness of mind, I added the ironic (in) ~ doesn't mean anything more and certainly doesn't mean that I am or that anyone else in my story is insane!

Intro, Part II

So, I spent my younger life learning all about multiple personality disorder, now known as dissociative identity disorder, because I was almost certain I wasn't always me. In many ways, I fit the criteria perfectly:

* sadistic sexual abuse at a very young age-check
* above average intelligence-check
* imaginative and creative-check

However, I lacked one most necessary component-suggestibility. Suggestibility is what makes certain people susceptible to hypnosis and I am one of those who is impervious to hypnosis.

Fast forward 20-something years...after a laundry list of diagnoses, I settled on intermittent depression, PTSD, and dissociative tendencies. I call my dissociative episodes "slivers" - where slivers of my personality take over the driver's seat when everything becomes too much for the whole me to handle.

You may be asking what is the relevance of all this? I am getting to that, I promise, but for now I need to stop. I will pick up later and fill you in on the real purpose of this story...I PROMISE!

In the beginning...

So here I am, writing. I am a writer, but until recently, it never occurred to me to use this forum...maybe I am a snob? Make that, I am a snob! Always with a plan to write a book, story, poem, memoir, yet somehow time always gets away or presents me with some fulfilling obstacle--like making the perfect key lime pie or organizing my schizophrenic collection of junk for a yard sale.

This is just the beginning, an introduction, if you will...I have lots to say, but I am quite anxious to see what this looks like published, so here goes...back in a few!