Switching Time: A Doctor's Harrowing Story of Treating a Woman with 17 Personalities

Switching Time: A Doctor's Harrowing Story of Treating a Woman with 17 Personalities

by Richard Baer

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Switching Time: A Doctor's Harrowing Story of Treating a Woman with 17 Personalities by Richard Baer

"[A]n absorbing journey through a psychiatrist’s dauntingly challenging first case of multiple personality disorder--from the beginning of therapy to stable integration and recovery."
-- Colin Ross, author of Multiple Personality Order and The Osiris Complex

In 1989, Karen Overhill walks into psychiatrist Richard Baer’s office seeking help for her depression and a persistent memory problem: she routinely loses parts of her day, finds herself in places she doesn't remember going to, and is told about conversations she doesn’t remember having. While trying to discover the root cause of her memory loss, Baer works to gain Karen's trust, but it's years before he learns the true extent of the trauma buried in her past. What she eventually reveals is nearly beyond belief, a narrative of a childhood spent grappling with unimaginable horror.

Then Baer receives an envelope in the mail. It’s marked with Karen’s return address but contains a letter from a little girl who writes that she’s seven years old and lives inside of Karen. Soon Baer receives letters from others claiming to be parts of Karen. Under hypnosis, these alternate Karen personalities reveal themselves in shocking variety. One “alter” is a young boy filled with frightening aggression; another an adult male who considers himself Karen’s protector; a third a sassy flirt who seeks dominance over the others. It’s only by compartmentalizing her pain, guilt, and fear in this fashion that Karen has been able to function since childhood. Realizing that his patient represents an extreme case of multiple personality disorder, Baer faces the daunting task of creating a therapy that will make Karen whole again.

As powerful as Sybil or The Three Faces of Eve, Switching Time is the first complete account of such therapy to be told from the perspective of the treating physician, a stunningly devoted healer who worked selflessly for decades so that Karen could one day live as a single human being.

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ISBN-13: 9780307406750
Publisher: Crown/Archetype
Publication date: 10/02/2007
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 197,230
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About the Author

Richard Baer is a consultant on a variety of healthcare coverage, compliance, audit, coding, and billing services. Prior to his consultant work, he was the Medical Director for Medicare in Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, and Ohio, had a private psychiatry practice for fourteen years, and served as President of the Illinois Psychiatric Society.

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Chapter 1

Staying Alive

Part One

1.

False Start

It’s January 11, 1989, and I walk down the narrow corridor, past the two other therapists’ offices, to the waiting room to fetch Karen. She sits in the corner with her head bent, fidgeting with her purse strap. She’s twenty-nine years old but looks older; she’s overweight, with a round face, unkempt short brown hair that curls at the ends, brown eyes, gold-rimmed glasses, and a jagged, semicircular scar running up the middle of her forehead. Her clothes are tidy, but her black cotton pants and brown top don’t ask to be noticed. She wears no makeup or jewelry except a wedding band. She looks up as I approach. Her eyes say, Hi, I’m sorry, I give up.

“Come right in,” I say, and she walks past me in a way that is slow, self-effacing, apologetic, and helpless. There’s a physical and emotional heaviness about her, an inertia that seems old and solid.

I’m a young psychiatrist; thirty-seven is young in this business. I’m a little over six feet tall, with sprinkles of gray in my formerly dark brown hair, and I once had a gay patient who described me as having boyish good looks. I’ve been in practice for seven years, practicing part of the time in a working-class suburb south of Chicago. The patients I see here are mainly housewives who are depressed or anxious, a few middle-age manic-depressives, and

several elderly patients with what used to be called involutional melancholia, the depressive illness that is common in old age. I also see a few high-functioning schizophrenics and a couple of people in religious life. This is a good place to practice because of the wide variety of psychiatric illnesses I get to observe—and almost all the patients are covered by generous union medical insurance. I also have an office in downtown Chicago where I work the other half of the time, seeing my psychoanalytic patients and a handful of others.

This suburban office, which I share on alternate days with

Dr. Gonzalez, is in a brown-brick, three-story 1970s office building situated between strip malls, car dealerships, and fast-food restaurants. The office is sparely appointed. It has a large oak desk with two chairs facing it and a small corner table with a modest arrangement of artificial silk flowers, a gift from my wife. A window spanning most of one wall gives a view of the traffic on 95th Street. The walls are off-white, and the carpeting and furniture are a mixture of browns. Except for the window, there are few distractions.

Karen settles in the chair facing my desk and sighs.

“What brings you to see me?” I ask. I use this standard opening line because it encourages the person to begin confiding their troubles without putting them on the defensive. Nearly all the alternatives— What do you want? What’s wrong with you? I understand you’re depressed . . .—are off-putting.

Karen shifts uneasily, trying to find a comfortable position. She’s too big for the chair, although her posture, compact and turned slightly to the side, makes her look smaller.

“I’ve been . . . depressed . . . for the past three and a half years,” she says. Before she speaks, she takes a quick breath, which gives the impression of hesitation, and her speech is full of effort and reluctance. She pauses.

“Never depressed before that?” I ask.

She shrugs, but shakes her head.

“Any problems with depression growing up?”

Another head shake.

“No, I had no problems until the birth of my second child, my daughter, by cesarean section.” She briefly describes her hospital stay. “I still have pain.” Karen sighs again, gathering strength.

“The doctors ended up taking out part of my lung through an incision on my back.” She points along a line from her right breast to her spine. “I was sick for a long time and I couldn’t be with

my baby right away.” Moisture appears in Karen’s eyes. “I couldn’t breast-feed, and my two-and-a-half-year-old son rejected me when I finally came home.”

She tells me she’d been put on antidepressant medication and painkillers, although the painkillers made her more depressed. I know that for patients with chronic pain, depression is common. The rest of her life must be suffering, too.

“How are things going at home, now?” I ask. She shrugs again, apologetic and helpless. She talks to me as if each word has to be urged out, as if an internal force is interfering with her telling me what’s wrong. Her words come out so slowly that I almost lose my concentration waiting for them.

“My marriage has crumbled since the baby. My husband and I aren’t getting along.” Karen’s speech is halting now and she looks humiliated. “I’ve gained a hundred pounds since the baby was born. People walk all over me; I can’t say no to them.” She pauses and looks to me for a response, but I don’t yet know enough to make any comments, so I just wait for more. Karen shifts again and continues.

“I cry all the time and I’ve stopped working because of the pain. When I’m home, my pain is worse, but when I’m outside, the pain is better.” She looks away, then back at me. “I feel guilty about being sick, and I feel I owe my family for helping me.”

“You owe them?”

“Because they’ve had to help me . . .” She turns her head away again to escape my looking at her.

She goes on to say she wakes during the night and can’t get back to sleep, and doesn’t care anymore. She has no energy, she cries, she can’t concentrate, and she stopped taking the medication she was on. . . .

As I listen, I see a woman unable to help herself. She presents herself as a victim, almost insisting on the role, and I feel a twinge of impatience. I know she has depression, with symptoms that can be helped by medication, but I also sense she possesses character traits that contribute to her depression and will make treating her illness more difficult.

After listening to her story, I ask my standard list of mental-status questions. It’s clear she has significant depression, but she denies having any suicidal thoughts. I decide to treat her depressive symptoms with medication and leave the character traits alone. I ask her to come back to see me next week. She accepts the prescription obediently and leaves the office. My spirits raise a little as I see her go.

I don’t think about Karen again until she returns the next week. She says she feels better, sleeps better, although she still

feels sad.

“I’ve had some light-headedness from the medication,” she says, picking at some lint on her slacks. “I’m not sure I like the idea of pills.”

“I think they can help you,” I say. “I recommend we continue with them.”

“Okay,” she says softly.

“How else have you been feeling?”

“I still have pain, which starts at my neck and goes down my back and around under my breast, here.” She points to her chest. Karen repeats the complaints of our previous session. I can’t say no to people. I feel guilty because my mother helped me when I was sick, and now I owe her. I try to satisfy everybody. My marriage hasn’t recovered from my illness. . . .

With all of these things I feel I can offer only limited help. She never offers a hint of what she herself is doing to solve her

problems—she simply suffers. I listen to her with that twinge of annoyance growing inside me again. It’s important for a therapist to be aware of his or her own reaction to a patient and try to learn from it. Is this irritation felt by the other people in Karen’s life? I wonder. I suggest to Karen that she can change her life if she wants to and that she needn’t be as helpless as she now feels. I give her several examples using situations she’s mentioned, and suggest how she might make more assertive choices to alter the self-defeating patterns she’s following. She offers excuses why that’s not possible and I realize I’m talking to a stone. I double her medication and ask her to come back in two weeks.

. . .

When Karen returns, her hands are trembling. She’s dressed as before; she has on different clothes, but the drab, tidy impression is the same. Her forehead is creased with lines down the middle. She shifts in her chair and looks at me; her eyes are sad.

“I can’t sleep . . . at night,” she says softly, tentatively, beginning a litany of complaints that I’m familiar with from our last two

sessions.

“Do you think about hurting yourself?” I ask. Anyone who’s this depressed and helpless must think about it. Karen starts to cry a little.

“Occasionally I think about killing myself,” she says, but quickly adds, “I don’t think I’d really do anything.”

As I listen to her talk about the things that weigh on her but that she makes no effort to rid herself of, I feel my irritation with her grow. She talks in a reluctant monotone and resists my interruptions, and when I make a suggestion, she nods dutifully but

goes right on as if I’d said nothing. I feel as if, in her passive way, she’s walking all over me. She seems determined to wallow and rut around in these self-defeating emotions. In my own mind, I try to separate the symptoms of her major depressive episode from her passive, self-defeating personality traits. I want to focus on treating the depression, which should be a short-term task. I don’t really want to intervene with the personality traits; they’re a very long-term task. I feel she’s benefiting from the medication, but her response to it has been modest. I triple her dose from her original starting dose and ask her to return in a month.

Karen is my last patient of the day, and I’m eager to get home. I have a wife, a four-year-old son, and an eight-month-old baby girl waiting for me there. After a day of listening to people’s problems, I know it will raise my spirits to see them.

Four weeks later I go to the waiting room and look for Karen, but she’s not there. I return to my office and scan the notes I’d made during her previous visits. It’s my routine, when a patient comes in for their appointment, to review the notes I made from our last session to remind myself of the course of their thoughts and emotions. Patients always pick up where they left off, perhaps not in the subject matter, but always in the trail of their emotional associations. Though the topics may change, the thread of their emotions will be the same or, hopefully, show some progress.

At first, while sitting and waiting for Karen to arrive, I begin to wonder why she might be arriving late. Had I touched on some sensitive topic or trait that she might be reluctant to explore in herself? Is she afraid of getting close to me, and so by being late, is trying to dilute the therapeutic encounter by decreasing the minutes we’ll spend together? After ten minutes, I go out and look for her again; she’s still not there.

As the minutes tick by, it dawns on me she isn’t late—she’s missed the session altogether. Karen has been difficult to help, so I look over my notes again to try to find some clue why she didn’t return. As I read over what she told me and as I recall my feelings about her, it’s easy to see the several ways I failed to understand her and empathize with her. Sometimes I get lost in the details of a person’s life, and my own reactions to them, and I lose track of the big picture. I see now that she was trying to please me by taking medication she didn’t think was working for her, and that I was feeling irritation she wasn’t getting better, and thought the way she was acting was wrong. Clearly, my irritation had prevented me from really listening to her, with the result being she’d decided I couldn’t help her.

In thinking about my failure, I reflect on the tendency of depressed patients to make psychiatrists feel anxious. Behind every burst of a therapist’s annoyance is an anxiety. But anxiety about what? That the depression will be contagious. And it is. When you sit with a depressed person, you feel you’re being fed upon: that they’re sucking the life out of you, and it makes you depressed, too. That was my problem with Karen and why it was hard to sit with her. Over the years I’ve worked with many, many depressed patients, but none got to me the way Karen did.

About a month later, my secretary tells me she’s received three checks from Karen, one for each session. Each check bounces. She calls Karen to say she has to bring the payment in cash. Karen finally does. If she is trying to engender anger in her psychiatrist, she knows how to go about it.

Another three months pass, it’s a balmy spring day in late May, and I see Karen’s name on my list of patients for the afternoon. When she comes in, she looks unchanged, dressed in dark slacks and a short- sleeve faded green top, trembling a little, and as depressed as before. I ask her why she stopped coming. She says she was afraid to come back because of the bounced checks. She was reluctant to submit my bills to her husband’s insurer, because she feared everyone at his work would know she was coming here.

I think her explanation is just a rationalization for the underlying emotional uncertainty she had about me—that she’s come back to give me a second chance. I hope to use it wisely. I reassure her and discuss the rules of confidentiality companies need to follow, pointing out that people at her husband’s work won’t know she’s seeing me. She resists using the insurance, but is worried about keeping up with my bill, so I suggest we start again by meeting once a month. She is relieved and agrees. The problem is, I worry that a half hour once a month will not be enough time to locate and treat what is ailing her.

When Karen comes in next, on June 19, I remind myself

to focus and try to empathize with her hopelessness and helplessness, and really understand her, no matter how much her manner pushes me away. I resolve to do better.

“I don’t know what to do, Dr. Baer. I feel so shaky and down.” She pouts her lower lip, and it trembles. “I don’t even want to live anymore.” I ask pointed questions aimed at coaxing out of her some specifics. After a few minutes of teeth pulling on my part, she seems to gather herself.

“I have more problems with my husband than I told you.”


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Reading Group Guide

1. Discuss multiple personality disorder. What do you know about it? Why is it a controversial diagnosis? Do you think Dr. Baer doubts Karen’s story at any time?

2. Imagine a life in which your body is the home for more than one distinct personality. How would this affect your life? How could you manage to function in the world without being discovered by those you deal with on a regular basis? How does Karen manage?

3. Do you believe in evil? Can a person be evil? Could Karen’s father, Martin, be described that way? Why do Karen’s abusers tell her she is possessed by the devil? How does making her believe that she is evil help them to control her?

4. Often those who are abused become abusers themselves. Does Karen ever abuse or consider abusing her children? Would the level of abuse she suffered excuse her actions in any way if she did? Karen’s paternal grandfather was also an abusive husband and father–does this excuse Martin’s behavior?

5. Martin seems to be the ring leader of Karen’s abusers–how does he gain and maintain control of those around him? How do you think people like that find one another? Are all the abusers monsters, like Martin, or are they weak and easily manipulated? Consider the policeman who after raping Karen says, “I never thought it would get this far,” just before killing himself in front of her.

6. Karen’s story is very hard to read. Begin your discussion of Switching Time by sharing your visceral reaction. Did you consider not reading the whole book? What about Karen’s story kept you going through her dark tale?

7. Karen agrees to share her storywith Dr. Baer because she hopes it might, in some way, help one child in jeopardy–the way she was not protected. Considering the intensity of the abuse she suffered, how could no one in her community have known that Karen was in trouble? Do you think people knew but didn’t act? Why do you think people are reluctant to get involved in abuse cases?

8. Describe Karen’s married life. Her relationship with her children. With her parents. How are all of these relationships a reflection of her underlying trauma?

9. Dr. Baer is turned off initially by Karen’s helpless, hopeless behavior. In his position, do you think you could help a person you had an immediate negative reaction to? How is the doctor/patient relationship different from a friendship? Could you maintain the necessary distance?

10. Do you get an impression of Dr. Baer while reading Switching Time? What do you think of him? How does treating Karen seem to affect his life? What do you think of his level of involvement?

11. As Karen’s therapy progresses she becomes somewhat fixated on hugging Dr. Baer. Why? What does a hug from him represent to her? Which of her personalities was “born” to fill the role Dr. Baer begins to play in her life?

12. Karen keeps a box of mementos that she turns to for comfort in times of stress. If you had such a collection, what would be in the box?

13. Describe Karen’s mother, Katrina. What kind of person is she? Is she another of Martin’s victims or an enabler or both? How could she turn a blind eye to what was happening to her daughter? How could she ask Karen to testify in her father’s behalf during his abuse trial?

14. Name Karen’s alters and the roles they play in her life. In some ways, they have kept her alive, while in others they are the reason she is depressed and suicidal. Ultimately do you think their existence was helpful or harmful to Karen?

15. Why does Claire, specifically, contact Dr. Baer? Why is she able to do it while the others can’t? What is she hoping to get through contact? All the alters have different agendas–which of them want help and which of them seem to fear it?

16. One Christmas, the alters buy Dr. Baer a tie. Why is this a significant step forward for them?

17. Discuss the reintegration process. Why are some of the personalities resistant? What happens to the alters as individuals when they are integrated? Does integration make Karen mentally healthy? If not, why is it so important?

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Switching Time 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 57 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The author, one of those rare psychiatrists who still practiced therapy as part of his art, has woven a remarkable and disturbing tale of a woman who was so severely abused in childhood that her personality split into 17 parts. He tells the story of their work to reintegrate 'Karen' into a whole, healthy person with compassion and a straightforward manner that will win no literary awards for purple prose but will draw you in and keep you riveted. Karen's alters fill in the details of the story and will make you wonder at her incredible strength. Indeed, her note to the readership in the Afterword is the most powerful, beautiful part of the whole story. One warning: this book is not for the faint of heart. Karen was treated in incomprehensibly cruel ways, and the tiny fraction of the story of abuse that fills most of these pages will make your heart ache in ways you didn't know possible. In the end, though, it is a happy, hopeful story of one wonderful, strong woman and one incredibly giving, loving, and insightful mental health care provider. You will love them both in the end.
SherMax More than 1 year ago
This book was very touching. Obviously the woman who developed 17 different personalities had to have gone through a tremendous amount of trauma to resort to disassociating. The trauma was so unbelievably disturbing that I could not finish the book. I wish I could have finished it in order to honor the woman and the writer, but, even though I am not faint of heart, I could not bring myself to do so.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
I've always been interested in cases of multiple personality, and SWITCHING TIME is the mother of them all.

I found myself immersed in the story of both the doctor and patient and cringing at the horrors this poor woman suffered (although I will admit that I'm not quite sure, even after reading the book, how many of the events she mentioned actually, truly happened).

This book is disturbing at times, but also immensely interesting. For fans of the subject, this is definitely a must-read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
As someone who studied psychology, I am always interested in the topic -- and multiples are of course among the most interesting phenomena. However, this book was even more engaging as it was written from the theraputic viewpoint. An amazing story of survival, courage and triumph.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Imagine pretending to be asleep in order to overhear conversations between your family and friends, so that you can learn your mother¿s name, or where your husband works. Karen was continually searching for ways to hide her obvious insanity until a desperate call to a crisis hot-line in 1989, led her to Dr. Richard Baer. The complexities of the human mind have never before been revealed with such detail, dimension and compassion. Horrific, unimaginable abuse had forced Karen to create different personalities, with widely varying characteristics and abilities. As new personalities were introduced, the depth of Karen¿s suffering became obvious, as did the fear that the darkness would consume her. With careful guidance and unwavering patience, Dr. Baer was able to gain the individual trust of the seventeen alters, convincing each that although they had been created to protect Karen, her very survival now depended upon their complete and total destruction. This is an amazing read! The level of abuse, the detailed characteristics of the created alters are almost beyond comprehension and leads you to question how it is someone that has suffered so greatly could ever be whole again. Which is, yet another testament to the human will to survive. Switching Time is by far one of the best non-fiction books I have read in years. Just as the alters were created as a means of survival, during the darkest and most frightening experiences imaginable, their destruction became a necessary step in the journey from divided survival to whole living. I highly recommend this book to anyone that enjoys a compelling, thought provoking, inspiring read. Happy Reading!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A must read true story that will have you re-reading again just to try and figure out how she lived through it. Dr. Baer...U R awesome, stuck by her thru this ordeal that also became yours. You gave up so much to help her put herself back together.
PrincessNook More than 1 year ago
This is an incredible memoir by a psychiaitrist about his patient, a woman who suffered horrific abuse as a child and survived by splitting into 17 distinct personalities. His account is very well written, and while the details of the abuse she suffered are absolutely shocking, by the end I was uplifted and touched by her courage and by her therapist's dedication.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down. While I was horrified at the monstrous things people do to another human being, I was fascinated at what people do to cope. This woman was able to survive severe trauma by 'splitting' herself and creating different personalities for different activites and situations. For her to then be able to integrate all of these and become a 'whole' and healthy person is amazing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow. That is all I can say. Amazing story about a very brave and scared woman. Incredible!
Sean Bandes More than 1 year ago
an entertaining and easy read. some parts are very graphic and contain detailed accounts of abuse, i would recommend this book to anyone interested in psychology
Guest More than 1 year ago
Imagine pretending to be asleep in order to overhear conversations between your family and friends, so that you can learn your mother¿s name, or where your husband works. Karen was continually searching for ways to hide her obvious insanity until a desperate call to a crisis hot-line in 1989, led her to Dr. Richard Baer. The complexities of the human mind have never before been revealed with such detail, dimension and compassion. Horrific, unimaginable abuse had forced Karen to create different personalities, with widely varying characteristics and abilities. As new personalities were introduced, the depth of Karen¿s suffering became obvious, as did the fear that the darkness would consume her. With careful guidance and unwavering patience, Dr. Baer was able to gain the individual trust of the seventeen alters, convincing each that although they had been created to protect Karen, her very survival now depended upon their complete and total destruction. .This is an amazing read! The level of abuse, the detailed characteristics of the created alters are almost beyond comprehension and leads you to question how it is someone that has suffered so greatly could ever be whole again. Which is, yet another testament to the human will to survive. Switching Time is by far one of the best non-fiction books I have read in years. Just as the alters were created as a means of survival, during the darkest and most frightening experiences imaginable, their destruction became a necessary step in the journey from divided survival to whole living. I highly recommend this book to anyone that enjoys a compelling, thought provoking, inspiring read¿ absolutely 5 stars! Happy Reading! RJ
MrsRJ on LibraryThing 5 days ago
Imagine pretending to be asleep in order to overhear conversations between your family and friends, so that you can learn your mother's name, or where your husband works. Karen was continually searching for ways to hide her obvious insanity until a desperate call to a crisis hot-line in 1989, led her to Dr. Richard Baer. The complexities of the human mind have never before been revealed with such detail, dimension and compassion. Horrific, unimaginable abuse had forced Karen to create different personalities, with widely varying characteristics and abilities. As new personalities were introduced, the depth of Karen's suffering became obvious, as did the fear that the darkness would consume her. With careful guidance and unwavering patience, Dr. Baer was able to gain the individual trust of the seventeen alters, convincing each that although they had been created to protect Karen, her very survival now depended upon their complete and total destruction. . This is an amazing read! The level of abuse, the detailed characteristics of the created alters are almost beyond comprehension and leads you to question how it is someone that has suffered so greatly could ever be whole again. Which is, yet another testament to the human will to survive. Switching Time is by far one of the best non-fiction books I have read in years. Just as the alters were created as a means of survival, during the darkest and most frightening experiences imaginable, their destruction became a necessary step in the journey from divided survival to whole living. I highly recommend this book to anyone that enjoys a compelling, thought provoking, inspiring read... absolutely 5 stars!Happy Reading!RJ
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Great book
HRLS More than 1 year ago
My intent with reading this book was to gain some more understanding of the human mind. Unfortunately, about one third of the way into the book, I started thinking something that the author admits to about two thirds of the way through the book. That is that the patient obviously has severe mental issues, which means there is no way of knowing how much, if any, of what she says, is real. This presents a problem in that one cannot determine what they are dealing with, so there is no way to be certain that one is learning anything at all. If true, the woman's story is horrific; unfortunately, we will never know.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I must admit that I was skeptical, anticipating either a watered down or over dramatized account. I found it to be neither. In fact, as someone who has lived DID, this book struck me as both comforting and shocking. The complexities of the mind in a DID patient are difficult if not near impossible to explain to those who have not lived it. This is a fantastic job, and I thank you for sharing both perspectives.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A must read, such depth, tenderness and courage. A must read!
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The book was very interesting
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This is seriously one og the best books i have ever read..
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