Bah. Every one of us always said, “I’m Rome.” We’ve always hated that she even knows, has had it confirmed for her by doctors and authorities. The woman is not safe. That was the whole effing point!

Now that Rome is gone (and it’s obvious to anyone who knew her), when the woman asks who she’s speaking to, we change the subject.

Sometimes I don’t know which is worse: the people who insist there’s no possibility of Multiplicity, or the people who won’t let it GO.

However, I had a long friendship with someone who, once I was diagnosed, acted a lot like Blossom: noting all discrepancies in my behavior and preferences, asking who was that talking, etc. It became wearisome. Also it made me feel as if I were under a microscope–I couldn’t simply be, I had to justify my every word and deed.

There was also the sense that my DID was a point of entertainment and humor for her. I really began to resent that.

Everything you wrote about here makes perfect sense to me.

But when it’s every ruddy little thing, argh! And if she’s faced with trying to know more than one personality then it’s complicated and frustrating for you, maybe not so much for her. And perhaps it comes from lack of understanding of the diagnosis?

I mean if you’re really unsure of what something is or what it means then you tend to keep nit picking at the little things you feel like you have some chance of controlling. Does that make sense? I don’t know if Blossom is the type to think like that but that’d be my suggestions for what could be going on behind all the just plain annoying crap that goes on in relationships.