Coping in Crazyville is a permanent work in progress.

Some of the pages are about my experience as quite a few people who are trying to figure out how we can manage to get along living in the same body. My hope is that I can make this site more than another “harrowing story” about what it means to be multiple. (Has anyone else noticed how many of the memoirs of dealing with multiplicity include the word “harrowing” in the description?)

We’re writing it together. Some of what you find will be the most practical ideas we’re able to come up with for coping with multiplicity, or with being an abuse survivor. Heck, some of the ideas are going to be applicable to anyone at all.

Some of the site will be places for people to connect with each other, both for support and for fun.

There are a bunch of other things different parts want to have on here as well–books we want to write, products we want to make, reviews of things we like (or don’t like).

We started this site in part because we were frustrated with how difficult it was to track down information we wanted, and how hard it seemed to be to find a book that would give a truly practical guide to living with DID. This site will not have all the answers. It’s solely from the perspective of people in my system. But hopefully, the things we write here will be useful to the people who find it and read the pages.

Thanks for stopping by!

3 Responses
  1. Patricia, Patty, Tish, Trish etc. :

    Date: March 7, 2009 @ 9:30 am


    I am floundering in this state with no one to believe me. I feel that someone else is making me retrace my own past. I get a flashback of information or a place and I search cause they seem like clues and sometime they just simply say to me, “You need to go there and find out for us”So far I have got a summary from Childrens Aid Society about me from over 30 years ago. SHOCK!!!! SHOCK!! I COULD NOT BE THAT CHILD!!! A recent disclosure from my brother has added to our distress. But, why do I feel sorry for my abusers but not for myself???? Mother has hidden all the pictures of me in the family album since my flashbacks have been more intense lately. We needed to see them so I was told from inside. I asked mother why in one of those photos(before they went missing)why was my hair short while my little sisters was long and pulled into a half pony and a bow?? After pressing her, she said” Well you were funny and insisted you were a BOY, so we cut your hair!!
    I remember pretty much nothing from 0 to 15. I feel like my entire family knows stuff and will not tell or I believe they think I remember our upbringing. I don’t. Of my 6 siblings, the only one who speaks to me is one of my abusers. My sisters HATE ME for things I have no memory of.

    I know I have rambled, I am glad to connect to others who suffer and are much further in their journey.


  2. little_butterfly :

    Date: December 6, 2009 @ 9:05 pm

    This is a wonderful project you’ve started. I don’t really think about how alone it feels to be multiple until I hear of someone else who has it and I get all excited and want to talk to them! I love the crazy quilt ribbon, and your Walt Whitman quote is one I’ve used myself. :) Thank you for being such an inspiration.

  3. We :

    Date: March 16, 2010 @ 7:26 am

    Im still looking at various sites, but there is so many. Can you recomend one that is a \ face book\ like thing that prmotes a flowing type conversation. I could really benefit from conversation.

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