I was so distraught.
I cried for the infant Dorothy.
I cried for the five year old Dorothy.
I cried for Dorothy’s first day of school without her mother.
Most of all I cried for the abused Dorothy, the rape victim.
I went through so much that it was lucky that I had developed a multiple personality. We helped each other and I could never have coped on my own. My multiple personality was called Ivy. Ivy always watched Dorothy being abused. I never told anyone that I had become two people when I was abused. I never told anyone as most people and teachers already labeled me as strange.
I have now told the psychologist about having multiple personalities. She said that it was ok, the brain learns to cope in extreme situations.