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All of Me: How I Learned to Live with the Many Personalities Sharing My Body

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Taking the reader through an extraordinary world where the very nature of reality is different, this personal narrative tells the story of one woman’s terrifying battle to understand her own mind. From the desperate struggle to win back the child she loves to the courage and commitment needed to make sense of her life, this account recalls Kim

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Taking the reader through an extraordinary world where the very nature of reality is different, this personal narrative tells the story of one woman’s terrifying battle to understand her own mind. From the desperate struggle to win back the child she loves to the courage and commitment needed to make sense of her life, this account recalls Kim Noble's many years in and out of mental institutions and various diagnoses until finally being appropriately diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder (DID). Described as a creative way some minds cope with unbearable pain, DID causes Kim's body to play host to more than 20 different personalities—from a little boy who speaks only Latin and an elective mute to a gay man and an anorexic teenager. Sometimes funny and ultimately uplifting, this brave illumination of the links and intersections between memory, mental illness, and creativity offers a glimpse into the mind of someone with DID and helps readers understand the confusion, frustration, and everyday difficulties in living with this disorder.

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"Though I cannot even begin to imagine horrors Kim faced as a child, I am struck that neither the abuse nor its devastating consequences have destroyed this woman's spirit, humor, or capacity to love. [S]he is one terrible, exquisite, and beautiful work of art."  —Independent

"[A] fascinating, moving, and frequently funny life story; we couldn't put it down."  —Sheerluxe.com

"Kim Noble is the . . . gold standard for the extreme end of dissociative identity disorder."  —John Morton, fellow of the Royal Society and professor at the Institute of Cognitive Neuroscience at the University of London

“A remarkable portrait of a fractured world slowly pieced together by a tenacious set of people.”  —Publishers Weekly

“[A] powerful memoir . . . deeply moving.”  —Kirkus Reviews

"This is the best multiple personality biography in a long time."  —Booklist

Kirkus Reviews
Noble's story of living with dissociative identity disorder and of being misdiagnosed, misunderstood and adrift in society. The author's powerful memoir begins right from the dedication: "This book is dedicated to our much-loved daughter Aimee, the sunshine of my life, and our wonderful therapist for her footsteps in the sand." Noble isn't referring to a husband or partner with "our"--she's referring to herself. More specifically, herselves: Noble has more than 20 identified personalities, 14 of which are individually renowned artists with their own distinct styles and strengths. Throughout the book, the author switches between "our" and "my," heightening the connection of readers to the story. Growing up, her parents struggled with their own problems, as individuals and as a couple, which added to Noble's struggle with being overlooked while she found ways to compensate for the growing discord in her head. As the difficulties of adolescence compounded her challenges, the compensations became inadequate and she found herself--the self she identified as her primary personality at the time--awaking in the hospital more frequently. But little came of the hospitalizations. As Noble began to tentatively form connections with others, she found the ground under her feet shifting constantly: Who had she met? With whom did she do this activity, or that one? Which personality was responsible for the teenage misbehaviors? These and other similar questions form the core of the narrative. The main question is whether Noble was better served in the mental health system, or outside of it, and the answers she reaches trying to grow into adulthood and motherhood are at once jarring and deeply moving.

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ISBN-13:
9781613744703
Publisher:
Chicago Review Press, Incorporated
Publication date:
10/01/2012
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
1,129,921
Product dimensions:
8.30(w) x 5.20(h) x 0.80(d)

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All of Me

How I Learned to Live with the Many Personalities Sharing My Body


By Kim Noble

Chicago Review Press Incorporated

Copyright © 2012 Kim Noble
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61374-473-4



CHAPTER 1

This is crazy!


Chicago, September 2010. I never imagined the day I would find myself sitting in a television studio on the other side of the Atlantic. I certainly never expected to be invited by the most powerful woman in world media, Oprah Winfrey, to appear during the final season of the planet's leading chat show. But here I am and, as I take my seat facing Oprah's chair, I can barely contain my nerves. The most-watched programme in America is about to be filmed and I am that episode's star guest. And yet, as soon as Oprah sits down opposite, my inhibitions disappear.

Oprah's studio audience is here to see her. I don't kid myself that I'm the draw. The hundreds of people packing the auditorium reserved their tickets a year ago, months before I was even booked to appear. But the reason they love Oprah is she asks the questions that the normal American man and woman want to ask. I watch her lean in, gather her thoughts and build up to asking the Big One.

'Do you remember what happened to you as a child?'

Three hundred people fall suddenly silent. A few sharp intakes of breath. Then nothing, as they all crane forward expectantly for my reply.

'I remember parts of it,' I reply. 'Not any abuse.'

Murmurs buzz around that vast hangar of a room. Oprah looks momentarily thrown. If you watch carefully you can almost see her thinking, I was told this woman had been abused! What's going on? Backstage you can imagine a huddle of researchers thrown into panic.

Oprah maintains her composure. Then, ever the professional, she rephrases the question.

My answer is the same. 'No one did anything to me.' But I know what she means and decide to help her out.

'I have never been abused,' I clarify. 'But this body has.'

And then she understands.


Throughout our interview, Oprah referred to me as 'Kim'. I don't mind. I've grown up with people calling me that. It's all I ever heard as a child so it soon becomes normal. 'Kim, come here', 'Kim, do this'. It was just a nickname I responded to, not something to question. Why would I? I didn't feel different. I didn't look different. A child only notices they're out of the ordinary when adults tell them. No one ever told me I was special in any way.

I've grown up accepting lots of things that seemed normal at the time. Like finding myself in classrooms I didn't remember travelling to, or speaking to people I didn't recognise or employed doing jobs I hadn't applied for. Normal for me is driving to the shops and returning home with a trunk full of groceries I didn't want. It's opening my wardrobe and discovering clothes I hadn't bought or taking delivery of pizzas I didn't order. It's finding the dishes done a second after I'd finished using the pans. It's ending up at the door to a men's toilet and wondering why. It's so many, many other things on a daily basis.

Oprah found it unimaginable. I doubt she was alone. I imagine millions of viewing Americans were thinking, 'This is crazy!'

After all, it's not every day you meet someone who shares her body with more than twenty other people – and who still manages to be a mum to a beautiful, well-balanced teenaged daughter, and an artist with many exhibitions to her name.

To me this is normal.


In 1995 I was diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder – now known as Dissociative Identity Disorder, or DID – although it was many years until I accepted it. DID has been described as a creative way for a young child's mind to cope with unbearable pain, where the child's personality splinters into many parts, each as unique and independent as the original, and each capable of taking full control of the body they share. Usually there is a dominant personality – although which personality this is can change over time – and the various alter egos come and go. Some appear daily, some less regularly and some when provoked by certain physical or emotional 'triggers'. And usually, thanks to dissociative or amnesiac barriers that prevent them learning the source of the pain which caused the DID, they all have no idea that the other personalities exist.

This, I was told, is what had happened to Kim Noble. Unable to cope any longer with the trauma of being abused at such a young age, Kim had vacated her body, the doctors said, leaving numerous alter egos to take over. I am one of those alters.

To most of the outside world I am 'Kim Noble'. I'll answer to that name because I'm aware of the DID – and also because it's easier than explaining who I really am. Most of the other personalities are still in denial, as I was for the majority of my life. They don't believe they share a body and absolutely refuse to accept they are only 'out' for a fraction of the day, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. I know how they feel, because for forty years that was me.

I am currently the dominant personality. Simply put, I spend the longest time in control of the body. (On an average day two or three other personalities usually come out and do whatever they do, and in between I return.) I run the household and take primary care of our daughter, Aimee. I pay the bills (even though they're all in Kim Noble's name) and make sure we live a normal family life.

I wasn't always in control, however. As a child I probably only came out for a couple of hours at a time – and perhaps not even every day. As I grew older I seemed to spend more and more time in control of the body, until finally, with the encouragement of our therapists and doctors, I acknowledged the DID and took charge.

Why did I become the dominant one? I don't know for sure but I think the body needed me to. The woman known as Kim Noble turned fifty in 2010 and I suppose if you look at me I match that age in my knowledge, my experience and my behaviour (although I feel much younger). I'm told that the others who were dominant personalities before me are similar in that respect. But not all of Kim Noble's alters are like us. Even if they did accept the diagnosis of multiple personalities, many of them would not be capable of running a home. Many of them, sadly, struggle to cope with being alive.

Some of the alters are much younger – frozen at a particular point in time – and several aren't even female. This seems to surprise people the most. There are three-year-old girls, a little boy capable of communicating only in Latin or French, and even a gay man. Some know their parents; others feel lost. Some are well balanced; others struggle with the scars of their past. One is happy with a lover; some have friends; others are mute, reclusive. Some exist to live life to the full; others have tried to take their own lives.

Our own lives.

Like a lot of people trying to understand DID, Oprah wondered if our multiple personalities were the different facets of Kim coming to life. In other words, one of us is Angry Kim, one of us is Sad Kim or Happy Kim or Worried Kim, and so on, and we come out when the body is in those moods. That's not how it works. We're not moods. We're not like the characters from the Mr Men and Little Miss books – we can't (in most cases) be defined by a single characteristic. We're rounded human beings, with happy sides to our personalities, frivolous sides, angry sides, reflective sides.

Oprah couldn't hide her surprise.

'Like a normal person?' she said.

'Yes,' I replied, 'because I consider myself to be normal.'

And I am. When I'm in control of the body my life is no different to anyone's reading this book. I have the same thoughts, the same feelings, hopes and dreams as the next woman. The only difference is I'm just not here to live those dreams as often as I would like. None of us are.

The different personalities come and go from the body like hotel guests through a revolving door. There are no signals, no signs, no warnings. I'm here one minute and then somewhere else. In between it's as though I've been asleep – and who knows what has happened during that time? I don't see anything, I don't hear anything, I don't feel anything. I have no understanding of what happens when I'm not there. I may as well be in a different country. It's the same for all of us. We are either in control of the body or completely absent. We're not witnesses to each other's actions. As I've said, the majority of us don't even know – or accept – the others exist.

Coming back after a personality switch is like waking up from a nap. It takes a few seconds of blinking and looking around to get your bearings, to work out who you're with, where you are and what you're in the middle of doing. The only difference is with a normal nap you soon realise you're in exactly the same place you went to sleep, whereas I could disappear from my sofa and wake up again at a pub or a supermarket or even driving a car and not have a clue where I'm heading.

It's not only me who has to come to terms with it, of course. The other personalities find themselves in exactly the same positions and respond as best they can. Shortly before flying over to Chicago I drove into my local petrol station. When I pulled the trigger to turn the pump on nothing happened. Everyone else seemed to be getting fuel so I went into the shop to ask what was wrong.

The lad behind the counter was staring at me in disbelief.

'I can't believe you've got the nerve to come back.'

'What are you talking about?'

'I'm talking about you driving off last week without paying.' As he spoke he showed me a picture of the car and me – so he thought – behind the wheel.

A few years ago I would have argued and shouted and told him to get some new glasses so he didn't accuse innocent people. But I knew what had happened. I'd driven there, filled up – and then there'd been a switch. I don't know who it was but they obviously realised they were in the car, they had no recollection of putting petrol in, so naturally they drove off.

Simple, really – but I could see it looked bad.

Luckily, because I was a regular customer, the guy believed my 'silly me' act when I told him I'd just forgotten. Standing there while he went through his little lecture about calling the police next time was utterly humiliating, especially in front of a growing queue of people. But it was less painful than trying to explain DID. I'm not ashamed, embarrassed or shy about it, but sometimes you have to pick your battles.

If that episode had happened before I accepted I had DID, the outcome would have been very different. In fact, I'd probably still be arguing with the cashier now. It wouldn't matter that it was all captured on film. I would have known I was innocent and fought and fought – just like I always did when people accused me of things I hadn't done. Sometimes it seemed like my whole life was spent defending myself against crimes I hadn't committed. I seemed to lurch from one argument to another, at school, at home, at work or with friends, and all the time I'd be saying the same thing: 'It wasn't me.'

You can imagine how confusing life must have been – and how it must still be for the personalities who refuse to accept the truth. Yet somehow I coped. These days it's the innocent parties who have to deal with us that I feel sorry for. For example, a few years ago I called the police about something and a couple of officers arrived at the house. I went into the kitchen to make them a coffee but by the time I'd returned, they'd vanished. Then I realised the time. It was an hour later. There must have been a switch. Only when I spoke to the policeman later did I learn the truth: another personality had arrived and literally screamed at them to get out of her house! That took some explaining ...

I have a thousand stories like this. All the personalities must have. Life is a constant struggle, even when you know about the DID. Sometimes, though, the only thing you can do is laugh. A while ago there was a problem with the computer so the dominant personality at the time drove over to our therapist's house. Our therapist's husband is very good at fixing things like that. Unfortunately, when they went to fetch the machine from the back seat of the car, it wasn't there. Obviously one of the other personalities – not me! – had come out and discovered a computer in the car and had done something with it. Whether they took it to a repair shop or sold it or lost it or just gave it away, we never discovered.

At least I can drive, however. Not all the personalities are so fortunate because many of them are children. A fifteen-year-old called Judy occasionally appears once I've parked. From what she's revealed to our therapist, the first few times were quite scary until she realised the car wasn't going anywhere. I don't think the body would allow itself to be endangered by having a non-driver in control of a moving vehicle. Now the worst thing that happens is Judy just hops out and catches the bus home – leaving me to work out where our car is. Every minute of every day brings new adventures.

Speaking of driving, sharing a body, I think, is a bit like being the driver of a bus. Regardless of how many passengers are on board, there's only one person in control. The only difference with us is that any one of those passengers can take over the steering at any point.

Oprah wasn't alone in assuming that our mind must be a crowded place with all those voices arguing with each other about which way to go like some kind of Pushmi-Pullyu. That, after all, is what it's like for many people with DID whose fractures aren't as extreme as Kim Noble's. Yes they have multiple personalities but these personalities can hear what the others are saying, they can see what they're doing and they can sometimes even talk to each other. You can't imagine them losing a computer or throwing policemen out of their house or not realising they need to pay for things. Even if a particular alter didn't do something naughty at school, at least it would realise why it was being told off.

Life must be so much simpler for them – but thank God I'm not like that!

My thoughts are my own. When I'm in control of the body, that's it – there's no one else. It would drive you crazy having all those voices in your head. Imagine being able to see what other people are doing when they're in charge of your body? It makes me feel sick even thinking about it. It must seem like having a gun to your head and being forced to do things against your will. No matter what you see or what you hear or what you remember, there would be absolutely nothing you could do.

As for having personalities watching me go about my business, that's no way to live, is it? I can't think of anything worse than being spied on all the time. Picture it: you'd always know that whatever you did, whatever you thought, wherever you went, you'd never be able to escape.

I've spent enough of my life locked up under twenty-four-hour guard in mental hospitals to know how much I would hate that.


So, who are the other personalities who influenced my life without my ever realising they existed? Thanks to Dr Laine, the therapist who has treated me and all the other alters of Kim Noble, as well as observations from our daughter who tells me what the others are like, I've learnt quite a lot.

Bonny was the dominant personality before me. She was 'out' and in control of the body for the majority of the time, just as I am now. When she was in charge, I was just another one of the other personalities coming and going. It's impossible to imagine now and it certainly didn't feel like it at the time. Even when, years later, I was told again and again that I only 'existed' for an hour or two a day, I rejected the very idea. How would you react if someone told you that?

Were they saying I was a role that this Kim Noble woman likes to play? Or that she'd made me up like a character in a film? Or that she changed into me? Were they suggesting I was Frankenstein's monster?

That wasn't what they were saying at all, I know that now. But I wouldn't listen. I didn't want to understand. I was just like all the other personalities who are still refusing to listen today.

One day, perhaps, they'll accept the truth as I did and then their lives will make a bit more sense. As much as I hated discovering I was just another personality, the relief of not being so confused all the time was incredible. Whether I liked it or not, at least everything began to make sense. Even that feeling of always being in a rush, needing to get things done, of time running out, suddenly became clear. Without realising why, I'd somehow always known I only ever had a few minutes to achieve things.

Bonny took charge shortly after our daughter Aimee was born. She is the one who fought the council for access after Aimee was snatched at birth by social services. Unfortunately the stress of that struggle took its toll. If it hadn't, if Bonny hadn't cracked up under the pressure, if she were still the dominant personality, then I wouldn't be writing this book and we would never have become artists.


(Continues...)

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What People are saying about this

From the Publisher

"Though I cannot even begin to imagine horrors Kim faced as a child, I am struck that neither the abuse nor its devastating consequences have destroyed this woman's spirit, humor, or capacity to love. [S]he is one terrible, exquisite, and beautiful work of art."  —Independent

"[A] fascinating, moving, and frequently funny life story; we couldn't put it down."  —Sheerluxe.com

"Kim Noble is the . . . gold standard for the extreme end of dissociative identity disorder."  —John Morton, fellow of the Royal Society and professor at the Institute of Cognitive Neuroscience at the University of London

“A remarkable portrait of a fractured world slowly pieced together by a tenacious set of people.”  —Publishers Weekly

“[A] powerful memoir...deeply moving.”  —Kirkus Reviews

“This is the best multiple personality biography in a long time" — Booklist

Meet the Author

Kim Noble is an artist whose work has been exhibited around the world. She appeared on the Oprah Winfrey Show in October 2010 to discuss the disorder.

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