How do you know?

     You got your paycheck and were on your way to pay the rent. You weren't mugged, you weren't drunk and you aren't senile. But the money is gone and you have no idea where you spent it.
     Sometimes when you're out shopping you sense a child's voice within you complaining, "I'm tired. I want to go home." It feels like part of you.
     You have flashbacks of yourself doing things you can't imagine yourself doing--killing animals or having sex with other children, at an age when you didn't think you knew anything about sex.
     A man you thought you only knew vaguely at church walks up to you and says you have hurt him deeply. You have no idea what he is talking about.
     There are hours, days, years in your life you can't account for.
     Some days you are too depressed to get out of bed.
     You find dresses in your closet you don't remember buying, entries in your journal you only vaguely remember writing, in someone else's handwriting.
     There's a family member or close friend of the family that makes your hackles rise just thinking about him. As far as you know, he hasn't done anything to you but he makes you very nervous. You don't trust him. If you had been molested, you somehow know he would have been the perpetrator.
     You find yourself going on crying jags, trying to jump out of a moving car, cutting yourself, or having outbursts of rage which don't seem to have a sufficient cause. You can't understand why you'd have such intense reactions to things that don't seem to warrant them.