I happened across this blog and I can't even begin to describe the relief to hear others talking about this. I have looked several times over the years to find some sort of discussion about children growing up in a household with DID. I always felt like my sister and I were so alone, like we was the only ones. It was so stigmatised and not talked about. As an adult now, I am still struggling to come to terms with everything that happened in my childhood. No-one ever explained, or even seemed to be prepared to acknowledge that anything was happening, and the guilt and fear that I lived with have been at points so much to bear. All I knew was that my mother had multiple personality disorder as it was called back then, and I spent so much time and energy afraid that everything I did would make her worse. When she rejected me as not her own child, or became aggressive towards me, I took that upon myself and blamed myself, terrified that it was my actions that was making her worse. We used to hear a lot of things young children should not know about, and witness and experience terrible things. I wish my mum had said she loved us more and explained to us that it was not our fault without exposing them us too much detail about the roots and didn't close us out. I think if anyone had even started to consider how we were being affected as children, rather that just keep telling us to 'keep a brave face on for mum because she doesn't mean it and will get upset if she knows what she did' I would be a lot more secure in myself today. Having said that, we did have a lot of fun with some of the personalities.....there is definately something to be said for having a mum who at times actually enjoys playing dolls with you, and doesn't just do it out of sufferance!