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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[creeksidealtarboy]

Shit, that's right. They stopped being interested on me when I told them that I was faking it. They kept asking about my real self, if faking it meant I had to have a deep grasp on it or something.

I didn't give them the answer they wanted because, well, it really ain't that deep. I only made it up to get out of going to super max. Not because I don't know who I am.

[empathicfault]

Yep, that's it. Good for you, unfortunately less helpful for me. I really wish my empathy condition was made up.

You know, in my time, there's only two even semi-confirmed cases of true DID. So you're in good company with the rest of the 'sufferers'. Has anyone else around here given you shit about it?

[ Because from everything Will read at home, anyone going so far as to seek a DID diagnosis has a damn good reason to. ]

[creeksidealtarboy]

That's the new word for it, yeah. Still called Multiple Personality Disorder where I'm from. I read every fucking book I could about it.

[He laughs.]

No one around here gives a shit. A lot of people have never heard of it, which made it easier...and harder. Worked for a few months until I got a fucking warden and he blew the lid off of it.