Best Book I Have Read On Dissociative Identity Disorder
I have posted about this book when it first came out in October and since then have read it multiple times and each time I see something new in the story. The reviews on it are really good and to me actually are authentic in what they say. This book captured me from the get go and held me in its grip until the very end. It is a gift to all those suffering with DID and their families and friends for it tells it in a way that is so real and so authentic that one feels as if they are right there sitting in the room. It helps loved ones understand what their family member with DID is going through and creates a better understanding so that all those with DID and those around them can come to the healing they need.
You will laugh, cry, become bug-eyed, feel the pain and the triumph of the woman called Charmaine in a way no other book has done. Watching both Charmaine and her therapist endure this journey is like that of watching a marathon runner that will not allow themselves to stop before the finish line. The drawings, journal writings and photos all help to spin you into the true story of Charmaine and her journey. And it is over 600 pages of authentic story.
Many have put their reviews out and everyone so far has given this book a five-star rating. I read it the first time in 24 hours because I had to know what happened as did it seems many of those that bought this book. I carried it around, sat and ate while reading it and even took it to the bathroom with me. We are all on a journey in life and some are tougher than others. Down The Hallway tells the story of one extremely tough journey and the walk through hell.
I just read another blog post on Down The Hallway and as you read it, you will see that not only am I saying this but many are. I love Dave Roberts thoughts on the book for they seem to parallel what everyone is saying about this book. I truly believe this book would be an awesome movie if only someone would take the time to promote it to a producer.
Dave’s Blog link:
Just a sampling of other reviews on Down The Hallway. If you want to read them all, you can find them on Amazon.com
This review is from: Down the Hallway (Kindle Edition)
I don’t normally read books on these type of subjects.They are either written in dramatic psychobabble used deliberately by the therapist to show his or her superior intellect or they are written by charlatans who like some parlour magic trick conjure up the Dissociated personalities of their subjects by calling out to speak to each personality; as if they (the multiple personalities) are all standing on some type of classroom line within a person’s psyche waiting to be called upon. In “Down the Hallway” none of that type of nonsense went on. Therapy happened. And as a result these different personalities all at one time or another began to manifest themselves without the knowledge of the patient. They weren’t called upon or conjured up for dramatic effect. They appeared as a result of repressed memories. They were the memories of a childhood, the protector of the clan, the mother of the group and more.
No one, neither patient nor doctor knew who would manifest, nor did they know why certain personalities even existed. That is, until therapy delved deeper into the reasons the patient needed these (or thought she needed) people to survive. Dr. Sherry Showalter walks through this maze of disassociated personalities holding the hand of the patient reassuringly, helping her to realize that she has to own her past to regain her future. That it’s possible to live life without pain, fear or guilt. Together they unravel the mystery, and both come to journey’s end together. This happens through a series of therapy sessions and journal entries made both by the doctor and the patient. I highly recommend this book if you were ever skeptical about such matters. The disease does exist and is not just some parlour trick conjured up on an afternoon talk show. Dr. Showalter walks the reader through her work with this patient in easy to understand language, without a lot of unnecessary medical jargon. It’s a fascinating read from start to finish.
By the time I read the first few pages, I was hooked! Charmaine’s story is fascinating, heroic and one of hope, strength and courage. She takes this amazing journey with her therapist, Dr. Showalter, who is the author. As the reader, you go through a range of emotions yourself, from sadness over the tragic abuse of a child, to shock as each Alter presents itself, to happiness as the warrior within Charmaine emerges. It is hard not to fall in love with Charmaine, all the more knowing that her story is one of true and personal discovery. Dr. Showalter’s honesty is refreshing, while her depth for empathy is never-ending. Don’t miss a rare opportunity to dive into the life of someone dealing with Dissociative Identity Disorder and the therapist who opened her heart and mind to gain her trust.
I am half way through – cannot put this down. It is like Sybil meets the Dali Lama meets Mommy Dearest – INTENSE but SO Good. I love the format of journal entries – an entry from the “Doc” and an entry from the patient. So it flows really well and is just REALLY GOOD. This apparently is a TRUE story and my god this poor amazing brave woman – I cannot wait to see how she gets better. -I hope she got better!!!
What better way to start a new year than to read such a captivating book that will inspire you on your own journey and encourage you to never give up.
December 30, 2013 - Posted by danLrene ©2011 | Uncategorized | authors, blog, dissociative identity disorder, Dr. Sherry E. Showalter, Inspirational, Life, motivational, Nonfiction books, thoughts, writing
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danLrene is a quirky, funny, eclectic, happy, compassionate, caring, hippy, country girl and most of all a God-loving person who just also happens to be a writer, a poet, a photographer, an artist, the queen of bed dancing, hairbrush singer extraordinaire, once a cook..now the taste tester, once a gardener and now a gardening adviser and the keeper of danLrene older than dirt wisdom.
My goal is to have people see me and think “I want what she has that makes her so happy”. Happiness is a choice..a daily choice. We are either survivors or we are victims. I am a survivor. Survivors focus on the solutions and ways to have a better life while victims are still talking about all the problems.
I will not lie and tell you life is all roses because it is not. Some days I can not move and lay on this bed in agony and some days I am able to sit in my power chair for a little while. But no matter what kind of day, I look for something good to focus on whether it is my dreams, my daisy, my son who is so good at taking care of me, my other son and DIL and my Sweetpea, my family, my friends on line…no matter what..there is always something good to find in life if you look hard enough. Just remember it is how you think that determines what life is like.
“If you think you can or you think you can not, you will be right.”
I will be 67 this May of 2016. Life has been a journey of health issues since before I was 31 . I have a warrior attitude. Being a warrior does not mean you always win. It means you never quit trying. Life is what you make it and I choose to make mine as happy as possible no matter where I am in life.
I am blessed in that my oldest son is my caretaker and a great one at that. He has given up much to take care of me. He is an awesome caretaker and is always looking for ways to make life easier for me. I truly am thankful for his care. He is writing a book talking about “My Mother’s Keeper”..and I think it is going to be wonderful for so many are having to take care of their parents today.
My name is not chronic illness or disability. Can you really see me or do you see my health? I hope you see me and my spirit.
Our baby Daisy. Daisy came to us from a dear friend after our Jack, as so many of you called “Wonder Dog” because of his blue cape, walked on to the next world. And Daisy is such a joy and makes us smile and laugh.
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My one room world from my hospital bed-it is filled with warmth and love from so many. Son designed my “Command Central” as he calls it. It is a long narrow table by my bed with a little flip down desk where I can sit on the edge of the bed and eat or I can sit up and type if I want to but I am “tummy typer supreme” as son calls it and many wonder how I type laying down like I do. Necessity is the mother of invention. My room looks into the kitchen where I can see son puttering around cooking as he is master of the kitchen now. 🙂
I still dream of going back to Italy, of us having one of those shuttle buses with a lift for my chair that son can convert into a motor home for us to make it easier when I have to go to Denver for surgeries and stuff. I still dream of learning how to tap dance…yes even on these crutches or laying on my hospital bed, just so I can say I did. All I need are a pair of size 11 tap shoes and a board at the foot of my bed. I dream of many things.
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Ever since I was a little girl, I was told I was a dreamer. I can remember report cards with “day dreams” written on it. I think dreams are what keep us going. Without dreams…we have no hope. I dream of many things and I dream for many of you.
Follow Your Dreams, The Siren Called Out To Me
As I closed my eyes and fell deep into lovely sleep.
The dream siren called me with a promise to keep
I closed my eyes and looked deep in my soul
I could feel the wind blowing…it was so very cold
My dreams I had carried through year after year
They will never come true was my biggest fear
Wandering up one lane and down another
Remembering my dream since I became a mother
Land, open land and a place to be free
A small house to live in with a big evergreen tree
We mounted the buckboard with all we owned inside
And started over the mountain on this crazy dream ride
We felt like pioneers racing to the finish line for land
And the whole time we knew -The Lord had our hand
So do not be afraid to dream your dreams and try
Life is too short…open your wings up and fly
Dream I say and work the dream hard as you can
For it will be the best race that you ever ran.
© danLrene 2011
We all have dreams of what we want out of life. I remember Laverne on Laverne and Shirley saying her dream was to have a purple cashmere sweater. Well, our dream is to own land in the country and have a simple life style unencumbered by so much of what is in the world today. We have accomplished that dream in that we live on the outskirts of small town America in a much smaller and compact house but it has all we need: a cottage that visitors say they love because it is so serene here.
I love to write and have written for years. And hopefully will continue to write for many more years. This blog is about our journey getting here, our life after we reached the promised land and different middle of the night ramblings, posts to inspire others to keep fighting and keep living. Dreams are like cooking…we might get our grandparents old recipes, but we tend to alter them to suit ourselves. But, dream we must…for as long as we have hope in life…we have dreams. And even plain ole everyday people get dreams that come true. 🙂
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