ABSTRACT
I took the lift at the Tavistock and at the 4th ¯oor turned along the corridor, to be welcomed by my supervisor John Bowlby. On that day I showed him lots of drawings of little children being abused and telling me their stories of unbelievable horrors. My patient was a middle-aged woman who could not understand why I could not understand these children. John mused and thought, looking away and thinking as he often did and said `I think this woman is a multiple personality.' And I said `± a what?' He said there is a lot of work in the USA on Dissociation and proposed that I should talk to these children and listen to the story they were trying to tell me.
