Observing Dissociative Identity Disorder from the outside is a lesson in contradictions. One day mousy, the next moment roaring, like a beast.
It’s unknown—even to the man—when the Beast became the protector of the Mouse. Some people would call the mouse part of the man a Child alter. Or a Little. But there’s something truly mouse-like about this alter’s presentation. A mouse nervously sniffs the air, prepared to run at any moment, just as this Mousy Little is fearful, always on alert, ever ready to dive beneath the protective covering of the Beast at the first sign of danger. Continue reading