Mostly, the drugs were responsible, but there had been other reasons. It was difficult to explain it sometimes, even to Marshall, who understood better than anyone what it was like to live with their mother and the frustrations that nothing seemed to help her. Doctors could promise the world, medications that pushed the alters down or therapy that would help Tara discover the whys, but it seemed like she always ended up having to do it on her own.
It would be a hell of a lot easier to talk about sex, but Kate doubted Hermione would leave it at that, and she didn't like the idea of lying to the other girl either. There were things worth lying about. This wasn't one of them.
"My mom is sick," she said, seeing the top of their new hut peek through the trees. Concentrating on that meant she didn't have to look at Hermione while she said any of this. "Not like, terminally ill or anything, but she has a mental illness called DID. It basically means that something bad happened to her a long time ago and to protect herself, her mind split into a bunch of different pieces, so now she's other people when she gets stressed out. And no one's ever been able to help her. Ever. And the bookshelf was just giving me all this shit about how to help and what kinds of therapy she should be doing and none of it ever worked, so... I got pissed." Which was sort of a lame excuse, but it was the only one she had.
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:56 pm (UTC)It would be a hell of a lot easier to talk about sex, but Kate doubted Hermione would leave it at that, and she didn't like the idea of lying to the other girl either. There were things worth lying about. This wasn't one of them.
"My mom is sick," she said, seeing the top of their new hut peek through the trees. Concentrating on that meant she didn't have to look at Hermione while she said any of this. "Not like, terminally ill or anything, but she has a mental illness called DID. It basically means that something bad happened to her a long time ago and to protect herself, her mind split into a bunch of different pieces, so now she's other people when she gets stressed out. And no one's ever been able to help her. Ever. And the bookshelf was just giving me all this shit about how to help and what kinds of therapy she should be doing and none of it ever worked, so... I got pissed." Which was sort of a lame excuse, but it was the only one she had.