Quiet Storm's Article: I Have Dissociative Identity Disorder

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It is often seen as a social norm for children to seek the comfort and protection of their favorite blanket or toy from the horrors occurring in front of them. In the article, I Have Dissociative Identity Disorder, written by Quiet Storm, Storm recalls both the physical and sexual abuse she had to endure which caused her to seek the help of multiple personalities to take her place during the pain while she hid deep beneath her consciousness. Her ability to become a successful nurse and social worker is an inspiring characteristic that I can empathize with, since her and I both share the intrinsic need to help others. Storm’s transformation from a person who allowed the pain to control her to one who initiated the calm to her storm was the main …show more content…

Fortunately, I was born to two parents who decided to break the Hispanic practice of spanking children when they do something wrong. My parents wanted to be different than their own parents who beat them with anything they could find. I cringed as I read Storm’s past because I never had to endure this with my own parents who found alternatives to disciplining me. I question whether Storm’s parents were victims of abuse when they were younger and if Storm was simply another victim of a lifelong cycle of abuse. Although she is an adult now, her mind remains a child due to the fact that she was robbed of her adolescence. I feel this way because the greatest thing in life is being able to learn how to love and care for someone without ever having to feel that they may hurt us later on. When Storm began stating in detail her experiences, I was shocked to read at how her parents portrayed the image of being strict parents in public, but behind closed doors they were monsters to their precious child. Furthermore, the images of Storm sitting in her pile of feces makes me think of my five year old niece. I believe this article has hit me so hard due to the fact that I am very protective of my niece and her well-being. I cannot imagine myself looking into her deep hazel eyes as I tie her to a bed or lock her into a closet for days the same way Storm’s mother did. I wonder if Storms parents ever felt remorse as they looked into their child’s eyes each time they abused her. I cry out to her who suffered in the hands of two individuals who were unfit to be parents and did not deserve to ever have children. I feel that parents like these should be arrested and locked away in the same conditions they put their children so that they may feel the pain their children had to

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