Mental //[J.H.S]//

Diagnosis

Y/N's POV:

As I sat in my room at the end of the day, I thought about the diagnosis that I came up with for Hoseok. I had to be right, and if I was, I couldn't cure him. If he truly had what I believed he had, then all I can do was help, but not cure. I opened my laptop one more time so I can reread some more on the topic. I typed in the diagnosis and up came the page.

I read the intro to the page again, 'DID, also known as multiple personality disorder, is a condition where a person's identity is split into more than two distinct personalities. This condition is rare, but most people with DID are often victims of severe abuse.' As I read over the article, I took notes based on the experiences I had with Hoseok. I wouldn't have guessed he had multiple personalities until what happened with the security guards. And even after that, the whole experiment I pulled on him was the final clue for me.

As far as I knew, Hoseok had three distinct personalities that I could make out. What scared me though was the possibility that there were more than the three I already knew existed. There was the obsessive and psychotic side of Hoseok that had killed the security guards and threatened to hurt me. There was also the seemingly normal side that talked to me as if we were close-- even if he was also the one that flirted the most-- and had been the one to start any of the advances. This personality must of just been the normal Hoseok, the original him. Finally, there was the most recent one that I had found that I wasn't originally aware of until today. The child-like personality that Hoseok seemed to have held. This one confused me slightly, but I figured the main cause for him having this side was due to his childhood not being satisfactory or it was taken away from him. This side must of been created to replace what was taken or lost.

I needed to think of a new way to approach Hoseok. It would be helpful if I knew Hoseok's past so I could look into his condition on a more personal level, but that wasn't easy. I was sure if I asked questions about his past it would cause him too much stress. Not to mention, the fact that this might cause for a possible different personality to show itself if he did have more personalities than I thought he did. I sighed because for once I wasn't one hundred percent sure how to help.

DID was such a rare condition that didn't really pop up often. I was used to the usual depression, anxiety, and violent tendencies that I wasn't really sure what to make of Hoseok. Knowing what he had didn't change how I viewed him or anything, but it would change how I decided to further approach him. He must have been aware of the other personalities he had, right? I decided maybe I could try talking to him about what I found and see if he would open up at all about it. As I laid there thinking about it more, I felt myself grow more and more tired before I eventually passed out.

When I woke up the next morning it was early. My alarm had yet to go off, the sun was barely rising over the horizon and I looked to see my phone beside me. It was still alive but the battery was mostly drained. I groaned as I moved to put it on the charger, once it was on the charger I looked around. I couldn't decide if I wanted to sleep for another hour and a half or if I should just have an early morning. I decided I should just get up early for once and take my time getting ready instead of rushing around. I peeled myself off of the bed and headed for the bathroom. I turned the shower on and waited until the water heated up.

Once I stuck my hand in and felt the correct temperature, I got undressed letting the clothes of yesterday slip from my body and onto the floor. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water hit my face as I tried to erase the tiredness I felt all throughout my body. After I finished washing up, I pulled the towel around my body and walked to the closet to search for today's clothes. I decided a white button up and a pair of nice looking pants was good enough. Once I was dressed, I began towel drying my hair because I was simply too lazy to blowdry it. I brushed through the knots that had formed in my hair and looked at the clock to see if it was anywhere close to the time for me to leave. I still had half an hour until I had to go check in. I could go get breakfast, but I oddly didn't feel hungry. I sighed and decided to just go in early since it didn't really matter.