More names became evident. When I first started therapy however, I didn't believe I was MPD because I knew there was only one name we all answered to. I'm going to try to explain.
Originally, or at least my earliest memory of there being more than one person in here, we all had different names. However, that got us in trouble.
There was an incident when Jamie, one of my alts, was lighting matches and throwing them in the toilet. When my aunt fussed at me, or whichever alt was in charge then, I explained that it wasn't me with the matches but Jamie. I went on to explain that Rachel and several others, all with names, had been there. I was told that these were make believe friends and that I was the one that threw the matches in the toilet. I remember being very confused by this because it was obvious to Rachel, the others and myself that Jamie was the one that did this and that he always did things like that. We didn't support him in doing this, so why were we getting in trouble? We had done the right thing by telling on him and we had been honest, not only that, there were several of us that could testify that Jamie was the one that did it.
From then on, we didn't mentioned each other's names.
Then, when I was in grade school, I got into some trouble. There were a group of girls that were an "in" crowd of sorts and I was on the fringe. The problem was these girls were bullies and very manipulative. Add that to the fact that different alters had friendships with different girls in the group and there was a lot of confusion. Someone in their group would be talking to "me" and I would say how I liked or disliked another person in the bully girl group. Well, I got a reputation as being two-faced.
Problem was, I knew I wasn't two-faced. I was eight years old physically when I figured out the problem...that there was more than one of me. Ihad never heard of such a thing before, but it was the truth. Several of my alters made a deal that we would all answer to the given/birth name and that we would all take responsibility for the actions of the others. This helped, but the ride hasn't been all that smooth since then.
When I entered therapy and the therapist, my family and friends wanted names for the alters with whom they were speaking, it took a long time to dig up their names from the recesses of our mind. Some have even had to be renamed, some were never given a name in the first place. I've spoken with other mpd/did and it seems that this is about the norm.
It's like that song about the horse with no name, to change the lyrics a bit, in the desert there isn't anyone to give you a name. Being without a name does not mean you don't exist however, that much I have learned over the years.
Sorry if this was confusing to read, but I don't write about being multiple that much...pronouns are confusing.