Below is a conversation that I had with my therapist in the room: please note that before reading this, it is best to read about the dissociative identities page for better understanding behind this.

Therapist: she came over me closely and said “Come on in.”
Me: as we both sat on the seats, I looked down at the ground.
Therapist: she then softly asked “What has just happened?”
Me: still looking at the ground, I was not able to speak up.
Therapist: she warmly asked again “What is happening?”
Me: still looking at the ground, avoiding eye contacts.
Therapist: “Can you tell me what do you want to be called?”
Me: “I don’t have a name. It hurts at the mention of my name.”
Therapist: “A name is associated with a person’s identity though.”
Me: still looking at the ground, not looking into her eyes.
Therapist: “What hobbies do you like?”
Me: “I like scribbling out my name.”
Therapist: she had a bit of a pause in surprise.
Therapist: “Can you tell me where is Jessica right now?”
Me: “She died at the age of fifteen.”
Therapist: “Can you tell me where is this part of you? Where is this little girl has gone? Can you tell me where is she now…where is this little girl right now? Is there a part of you that wants to tell me where is she right now?”
Me: “I don’t know.”