I have never received a diagnosis of Dissociative Identity Disorder by a doctor or other type of clinician. My official diagnosis is Schizoaffective Disorder. BUT, the main conceit of my memoir stories centers around a narrative that presents the dilemmas I face in trying to figure these life experiences out, and under which of these two diagnoses my life experiences belong. I'm trying to present art, not science, which can hopefully speak to a lot of people and their own lives in a way a clinical case study of my experiences never could.
Maybe these dilemmas interest others more than even I, in my most grandiose imaginings, can really appreciate. Maybe my interactions with those around me on a day to day basis reflect this interest in my story that I can't fathom. Or maybe I'd do just as well to go piss up a rope as write and draw these comics, write and perform those songs, and write these blog posts. Again with the dilemma.
I'm prepared to forgive the Invisible Woman for her enthusiasm for wanting to play a part in this somehow, and I can especially forgive that young woman whom I can go on and on about on this blog. Yeah, I've been living in a cartoon of sorts long before either of them came along, and I don't mind if they want to watch, I guess.