We have received this statement/apology from the person we knew as Raychel (Roo) Is this real or yet another hoax? I don't know. Personally, I'm taking it with a grain of salt. You all may judge for yourselves.
MaryEllen
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I have copied this to some people that have an interest in my well-being.
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I know some of you will always hate me. I will have to live with that. I know some of you won't believe me. I will have to live with that, too. What I want you all to at least consider is, I didn't do anything to hurt any of you on purpose. I have no right to ask anything of any of you, but... I am. Please, at least read this letter through. I know you're all angry at me, and I can't help that.
I have had issues with a version of DID or MPD or whatever they're calling it currently in the past. I thought it was behind me. This is the first time that it has hurt people other than me, however. To say that I am appalled, and horrified -- this is expected, even if it's true, and most of you won't think any better of me. Counseling peppers my life from the time I left home, and I spent part of today trying to locate someone in this area that would be able to help me.
I am terrified that I have hurt anyone, especially those I care about. There was no malicious intent. This was not a stunt. My form of DID/MPD is known as highly-functional, meaning that I can be a part of "normal" society with no one the wiser. I don't want to lie to anyone. One thing I'm pretty sure I can count on from now on, that relieves me, is that if something about me seems suspicious in the future -- I know everyone will call me on it IMMEDIATELY.
Whether you believe me or not, Raychel (or Roo) was as real to me as to any of you. There are hundreds of emails exchanged between me and Roo. When I was confronted on Saturday morning, and throughout Saturday afternoon and evening, I was shocked that anyone could think such a thing. I knew she was real. I was proud of her accomplishments. I was upset that anyone would make a mockery of what she'd been through by making such accusations. I was in denial.
Around 11pm, maybe a little later (Central Time), all hell broke loose -- this was Saturday the 20th. I was looking through and trying to find out what would make anyone think such a thing. What I discovered was that anyone would think such a thing because there's no other conclusion to reach. It all filled my head. Everything Roo had done for nearly 2 years, as though I were standing behind her watching the entire thing happen. I spent the next half hour dry-heaving in the bathroom.
What have I done? I have all these memories, of things shared and people I've grown to love... and I'm a stranger to them, because the person they all knew was a façade. I immediately began trying to contact people, maybe if I explain, they'll understand? Maybe they won't blindly hate me?
Everything that was Roo, was real, in as much a way as possible. She -- I -- wanted to help people like me.
The problem is, in the past, when the stressful situations that have called for this kind of response from my mind have been alleviated, the person or people it has created... self-destructs. It's a theory that this is done so that I don't have a way to go back. A few times, this has been less than smooth, as it's forced me to confront the UNreality of someone I held dear. At one point, I went to a funeral of a close friend that I had grown up with, to find no funeral. No headstone, even. I went to the house she had lived in and the couple who had lived there for forty years informed me that they had no idea what I was talking about. Having to face it, the block crumbled in the same way that just happened with Roo.
In a way that I know would be and is creepy, Roo is still here, but I can't go back to being her. I care deeply about all of you. There are those that I felt connected to a lot more, but you will likely never want to speak to me again. Danielle. Sherlyn. MamaShar. MJ. Karen. Jay. Casey. These are not the only people I cared about. They are the ones I was closest to, however. I want you all to know... I never meant to hurt anyone. I don't care that my reputation as who I "really" am is trashed. You're all probably going to hate me forever. I ... would really like to still know and love and care for you all, but I also know that's not likely. What I care about is that you know that I did not set out to hurt you, that I did not set out to hurt anyone.
I denied what was going on when confronted because I really thought everyone had lost it. I mean, I -knew- Roo was real, I'd hugged her, even. I could have continued denying all of this, and probably recovered from it. But, to me... that would be downright evil. I really can't do that.
I will try to explain how the process generally "works" for me. Throughout my life, when there have been situations that I need an out of this kind, someone new comes into my life. Most people conceive of DID/MPD as being internalized. I actually see and interact with these people. I am convinced despite what later are looked at as obvious giveaways, that they are as real as I am. There have been times in which there were many of them at one time -- so when I had experienced this a few times and had entered counseling, it would lend credibility that other people knew they were there. It was recursive logic, but I didn't realize. I even had a "twin sister" for a very long time, that I had to protect from bad things happening to her. This meant putting up with those bad things myself, and it was okay that I wasn't coming forward against those doing them because I was protecting my sister.
Why did Roo have to "die" in such a horrible fashion? Why did Roo have to "die" at all? I don't know. I don't have an answer for that. As I said, when the situation has moved to the point that I no longer need such help, the alter self-destructs in such a way that I cannot go back.
Everything that Roo was, still is, if that helps anyone at all.
I know I have no right to hope for it, but... I would dearly love to begin again with friendship, with all of you, but particularly... those that I was closest to as Roo.
A lot of you have wondered what might be the "motive" for all of this. There was none. The only motive was Roo seeking somewhere to belong and to help. There was never anything malicious in all of this, I never wanted to hurt anyone, and for what it's worth... everything I said I truly believed.
There is much more to say, but I will end this here, for now.
edeyn blackeney