"after several tests, we found out that ma'am, your child has Dissociative Identity Disorder or DID, I suggest to please-", I can't hear the next words of the psychologist as my mind went blank because of the sudden information.
Me? Has DID? How? W-hat? When?
Nothing's wrong with me. Yes, maybe there are times I don't actually know what I did but... no! I don't believe this.
This may be some kind of a joke. Ahhh I get it! They're pranking me! Ohh okay, okay I get it.
How can I even have DID? I don't even hear voices in my head. Huh, what a joke.
After a while, the doctor finished talking to my parents and we went home.
After that, I immediately went to my bedroom and slept. I'm tired processing what happened this day, I need a rest.
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"what should we do Jace? They found out", my little sister, Agatha asked while hugging her little teddy bear.
"should we tell her?", said Rachel who is currently painting her nails.
"I suggest that we tell her the truth this instant", Frank, a 20- year old man said while sipping tea.
I don't know what to do. Basing on her reaction when she found out, I think she's gonna freak out.
"I think we should tell her when she's ready. You saw her reaction when she found out. She's still not ready for it" I told them.
They all went silent and after a while, they nod their heads in approval of my suggestion.
This is a crucial part of our existence. We live to protect her and not break her. We need to be cautious of our actions and try to stay out of sight for now.
They all went to their respective rooms after our meeting but I stayed here in the living room.
It's hard to be her protector if she doesn't know who I am *sigh*
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YOU ARE READING
My Personal Protector
Romancenote: everything here is purely fictional and based on how i imagined a person with DID is like.
