Hi, I'm Jake a leader of a group that we call Everybody. By looking at us on the outside we may look like one whole person, but if you look deeper you will find many more. There are the frightened children that think that monsters lurk everywhere. There are the happy children that have never know sorrow. There are those that are as mean and hurtful as they come. There are those that were created to lead. There are those that comfort, and those that hold memories that one person should hold for themself.
We were created from years of abuse and torture. The abuse started even before a child was born. It started in the womb. The baby that should have been born died while still in the womb of an individual that should have loved a child without reservation. At least thats what most people think of a mother. The child that was born was actually 2 years old. The egg donor as we call the her never wanted a second child. She had one baby and that was enough for her. There were years full of slaps, insults, and other hateful things that "normal" parents don't do to their children. The egg donor has been in and out of mental hospitals for as long as anyone who shares this body can remember.We were the object of her ridicule and hatred. She has been as far back as we can imagine manic-depressive with bi-polar disorder. She hated the sight of us. We were a reminder of her infidilities. Things went on this way until the father divorced her when the body was a year and a half old. You would have thought that it would have eneded there because the father was good to us. We would still see the egg donor, but like I said she hated to look at us so the torture continued in her presence.
When the body was either 3 or 4 years old the father remarried because he felt that we needed a full time mother. The step-monster was just as bad if not worse than the egg donor. She had 3 boys and thought that little girls were supposed to be her maids. She beat, slapped, pushed us down long flights of stairs. Tf we wet the bed we were forced to sleep in it.
The only relief were weekend visits with the parents of the egg donor. They were our saftey net. The would come on Friday and take us back on Sunday. They would try and make us forget about what happened during the week. The bad part came on Sunday evenings when they would have to drive us back to the hell that we lived in. Our sister and the rest of us would scream and cry when we had to leave the grandparents. The grandparents finally brought us to live with them when the body was 6 years old.
The only torture that we experienced after that was when the egg donor was too broke and poor to live on her own. Then when she stayed at the grandparents she would insult us and threaten to beat us us up.
The sister was the only one that the egg donor truly loved. That was fine by us because there wasn't one bit of love left in our hearts for her.
None that share this body are sure if there was sexual abuse, but then we haven't met all the people that we share it with.
The 35 people that we know about at the time this page was created are called Dissociative Idenites. Most in the Psychology and Pshcyiatry field call it a Disorder. We call it a gift. If we had not been created this body surely would have died. We were a coping mechanism so that this body could continue on the path that a greater power had laid out for it.
Not all the ones who live within this body remember all the pain and sadness the first 2 children experienced. Most hold their own memories and specific jobs. We are our OWN family now. We are the family that we never knew until the body was 6 years old.
The body is now 26 years old and still growing strong. We have a long way to go, but we take things day by day and don't rush into anything. We offically have an outside family too. We have a person that loves us and accepts all of us for who we are whether that be good or bad. Her name is Nick and we would probably be in a mental hospital now if it weren't for her. She has been with us through hell and high water and that has only been about a year.
We hope that in some small way this page helps others that have been through what we have been through. Some have been through worse and we have learned from them too. Others have been there for us and we would like to help others. Please feel free to e-mail us with any questions or concerns. We will answer all e-mails to the best of our abilities.
In the following pages you will meet those that are a part of who we are. They are the children and adults that share this body. The family that we came to be. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
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