Being with someone with dissociative identity disorder (DID) requires understanding, patience and empathy. It can also teach you the true meaning of self acceptance.
The condition was formerly known as “multiple personality disorder,” and the medical field is still in disagreement on whether it is real. But does ‘real’ matter when a diagnosis can help?
Because of her dissociative identity disorder, I was a stranger in the eyes of the woman I loved.
Terrible infomercials are a dime a dozen, but hilariously shitty infomercials aren’t so easy to find. That’s why I’m such a big fan of r/wheredidthesodago, a subreddit dedicated to GIFs of infomercial disasters.