Hi my name is Josh, and i am 12 years old. My mom is a little differentthan other moms. She still makes dinner for me and my dad, and she stilltakes me to school and she still goes to work, but my mom is a little different.

When I was 6, I would play with my mom and we would play cars. She wouldget down on her hands and knees and race them around with me. Some timesshe would act like she was the same age as me. We would have lots of fun.And sometimes when it was bed time and she was tucking me in and she wouldbe reading a bed time story, and all of a sudden, she would act reallylittle. I wanted her to read me the end of the story, but she couldnt doit, cause she was too little. That made me MAD. So I read the rest of thestory out loud, and my mom fell asleep with her thumb in her mouth. I wishI knew why.

And another time, I asked my mom if i could have an ice cream. She saidno. Then, 2 minutes later she bought me an ice cream and i was so happy!While i was eating it, her voice changed and then she said "didnti tell you NO to having an ice cream?!" I said but mom you just boughtme this and said i could. She said that she didnt and that i shouldnt lie.I didnt lie i didnt!!!

My mom started going to a doctor, after a fight with my dad. She wasvery mad and she threw a vase across the room. When it broke she got downon her hands and knees and started to cry. She was crying like she wasa little kid. daddy sat next to her and asked her what was wrong, and whywas she crying like she was 4. she looked up at him and said "causeI is 4." my daddy asked her what her name was. She said it was annie.That scared me a lot cause my mom's name is Becca. My dad called the doctor,and my mom went away for a couple days.

When my mom got home i asked her what happened and why did she go away?She said that the doctors had her spend the night in a hospital. i askedher if she was sick. she said a little. She told me she had something calledMPD, which means multiple personality disorder, and that means i have lotsof mommies, sorta. She asked me to think of all my friends that i had andto pretend that they all lived inside of me. and i thought that would beneat, cause chris' parents let him stay up late and hang out with his friendslater than my parents do. My mom said that it would be like chris usingmy body to stay out late, and that i wouldnt get to have any of the funchris had, it would only be chris. I asked her how she caught it and whenshe would get better, and if i could catch it from her like i caught theflu last week. she told me that i couldnt catch this from her, and thatshe got it a very long time ago, when she was like 3 years old, becausethere were some bad people that hurt her really bad when she was a littlekid. she also said that there is a way to get better, but it will looklike it has gotten worse first.

She saw that I was a little worried about the situation. she said ididnt have to be worried at all. she said she still loves me and that shewill always be my mom.

Now days it still is cool about my mom. She plays video games with meand rides bikes, and plays on the computer too. sometimes she and i evengo to action movies!!! then, sometimes she acts like a grown up and hasno fun at all. but that is ok, cause i love my mom.

So i think it is ok that my mom is different than others. because now,i got friends and mom and lots of other pushy grown ups that are alwayswith me.