Most people know the more popular, but poor depictions of Dissociative Identity Disorder (aka Multiple Personality Disorder), but few know of the great representations. You could argue…well its fiction or its just hollywood… but these mediums have a very important, significant impact on society’s perceptions of mental illness.
When films or novels represent mental illness with compassion and respect, the results are phenomenal. The piece is entertaining and successful, but also so valuable in terms of progression of society. The films and novels that are not based on negative, inaccurate stereotypes have the ability to shift our understanding, like no other medium! This is especially true of film. Take for example, Sybil, The Hulk, Shutter Island, Lord of the Rings; awful portrayls of DID. These are fantastic stories, and I am a super big fan of Dennis Leanne, but I believe the media has misrepresented these great stories of transformation, mistakenly labelling the characters with dissociation or “split personalities”. Worse, films like Psycho, as well as Me, Myself and Irene, portray these characters as calculating murderers; understandable for the storyline, but way off base for DID. Worst of all is the portrayal of DID in soap operas- remember Vicki/Niki and her daughter, Jess/Tess on One Life To Live? I wish it was so obvious!
Who cares?
Ah, but we do need to care. Look what happens when film and novels portray mental illness really well: A Beautiful Mind, Ordinary People, The Deer Hunter, Margot at the Wedding, The Virgin Suicides. – the world starts to understand and treat mental illness with a lot more respect! Film and literature are crucial to changing society’s perceptions for the better! I know if I had seen a movie or read a book in my twenties I would have clued into the reason for my difficulties a lot sooner.
In terms of literature, I gained a lot more insight and satisfaction when I read A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving or The Piano Man’s Daughter by Timothy Findley. I know the purpose of literature is not to raise personal insights, but it is thoroughly satisfying to enjoy an entertaining story with well thought out character portrayls. The commentary that follows the film’s release, in the media and society, clearly demonstrates much increased insight in everyone else exposed to the stories.
Finally, I saw my favorite portrayal on the TV show: Murdock Mysteries; where Anastasia Phillips brilliantly represented a young woman with multiple personalities as a result of witnessing trauma as a child.
Good fiction examples include Fragments by Tessa Jones, and Evolution of Insanity written by Haresh Darwin, and Jessica Wilde’s Every One of Me. Here are some very clear, informative guidelines for those wanting to portray mental illness prepared by the Time To Change organization.
Then there is more non-fiction or the personal memoirs, two excellent portrayals specifically describing the experience of dissociation. Below are two powerful excerpts from memoirs by two women with DID.
Sylvia Fraser – My Father’s House
“I recapture tha momen [of abuse] precisely when my helplessness is so bottomless that anything is preferable. Thus, I unscrew my head from my body as if it were the lid of a pickle jar. From then on I would have two selves– the child child who knows, with guilty body possessed by daddy, and the child who dares not know any longer, with innocent head attuned to mommy.”
You may also find interesting descriptions of her body memories, pain and sensations that she endures as an adult but which belong to the past abuse.
“…the adult me comforts the child, holds her hand, pitites her burden until I was prepared to remember our joint history without bitterness. I feel only relief, release, compassion, even elation.”
“…she showed herself to us. She called herself Hiding. The parts of that night I couldn’t remember, she did. She was left to live what I couldn’t and she hated me for it. The Blacks [dissociated states] were her way of making me know that if she had o bear I, then I’d have to pay…..Hiding is the only one who could tell you what happened…, but she won’t…. Sometimes during the Blacks, I would go out to bars to find men to rape me. I carried a large knife in my knapsack. Hiding wanted me to re-live it; she believed I should have defended myself…And to bear being touched I would split off–watching myself ‘act out’ from a corner of the room… That’s when I left. I left myself behind to be [abused], left my body there in that bed and walked over…”