The twin inside me is always active. He seems to want a life of his own.  I wonder, vaguely, if I should give him a name. But I’m a firm believer that if you give something a name, you give it power.

But he already has power over me, so what harm could a name do? The giving of a name is never an easy task, but for some reason the name that pops into my head is Cybil. I immediately think of Sally Field playing Sybil, the woman who had thirteen different personalities, and this seems to fit.

For do I not have someone else inside me too?

I often wonder why I look at my disability as someone else, the twin. I think it has to do with detaching myself from it, taking a different view of it.

Instead of something that has no name or face, I’m able to visualize something when I rage against my body.