Why Do I Cut Myself?
The rare condition of DD & DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder)
I’m a man whom many would characterize as an unconscionable rogue. I did nothing for the world or anyone in it. Yet, and I’m biased, I was a deliciously likeable rogue. It’s true; I was loud and sometimes aggressive (if I were obliged to fight, then fight, I would).
I’m seldom wise in matters of importance and often foolish. I freely consorted with drunks, cheats, dreamers, and criminals and had a great fondness for outrageous untruths.
If I were not to have described myself as a rogue, I must admit to being childlike. So, it might surprise you that I have a friend so close to my heart that he doesn’t worry about his misfortunes, only mine. As he has so often told me, he is afraid for me.
This friend has rarely been happy, something for which he blames me. It started a long time ago and continued through a time when I could say I was radiantly happy, loving myself so much I could bend over to kiss my arse.
He has no other friends besides me. I mean everything to him. If you could hear him, he would tell you he has had no genuine happiness besides what I’ve shared.
It has always bothered me why we are so close. I don’t even share our friendship with others. As long as I…
