Once when I was deeply, dangerously drunk after a night of clubbing, shortly before passing out on the sofa I apparently cautioned my now-husband in a very flat voice not to mistreat me or there would be various dire consequences, referring to myself in the third person ("she/her") all the while.
Ever known anybody with anorexia? That's enough to make you believe in demonic possession. The anorexia voice is even different from the ordinary voice -- deeper, gruffer, rougher.
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I promise I'm not missing the point of the essay, but Diana's situation sounds a lot like Tourette's.
Oh absolutely, looking back. We’d not yet heard of Tourette’s (this was 2002 or 2003, I think).
Once when I was deeply, dangerously drunk after a night of clubbing, shortly before passing out on the sofa I apparently cautioned my now-husband in a very flat voice not to mistreat me or there would be various dire consequences, referring to myself in the third person ("she/her") all the while.
He has had to put up with so much weird shit.
Ever known anybody with anorexia? That's enough to make you believe in demonic possession. The anorexia voice is even different from the ordinary voice -- deeper, gruffer, rougher.
Yeah. There is also something “in” a person addicted to things that you can hear.
Confused here- how does a poor Appalachian kids end up in a South Florida church?
After my father and mother divorced, my mother moved us to Naples, Florida because my uncle lived there.
Holy Shit! I, uh...............Holy Shit!