Hey guys. Can you help me here?
I have the same situation as the person who posted this. I was bullied (I am 15 now~) from 2003 (maybe before, I don't remember) up to now (that's 7 years, A LONG TIME! O.o). Here's my story.
I arrived here to the U.S on May 3, 2003. I was new, and my english was OK. I could speak, but it took me a while before I came here. I was very quiet, and I didn't really talk to anyone. But people still made fun of me. As I said before, I was very secluded because I didn't know anyone. Then one day, I was trying to make new friends, and we were on the playground. I asked to play, and they let me. Then they told me I couldn't play. That really hurt my feelings, so I went to play in the sand by myself. And I wound up playing in the sand by myself every single day. The only friend I actually made at that school was a boy named Matthew. But he moved away. Then as I graduated to middle school, it got worse. I was diagnosed with A.D.D just as I was going to middle school. And that effed up my grades. Anyway, as my grades deteriated, I got more upset. I started being in my own world (kind of) and whenever I was drawing my anime, I felt at peace. As if no one was bothering me. I was content. As the years passed, My A.D.D got worse, and people still taunted me just because I was diffrent and because of my looks. I wanted to die. I'm going to be honest, I felt as if my life sucked and I shouldn't even be here. Then came 8th grade. One day, this boy was starting to get on my last nerve, and I was really getting annoyed. But somehow... It wasn't me. I didn't want to be violent. But something told me to kick his arse (trying not to cuss =.=") and I lost it. My classmate, and good friend to this very day, held me back and I was yelling and screaming. I don't remember that day too well, as it's fuzzy. From that day on, I would always hear this voice when people would piss me off. And now he has his own name. John. He's older than me by at least a year, and he is German, but he does not remember anything from his past. So he has no back story. He's my agressive "older brother" and he takes over for me when someone says something smart to me or is being ignorant or annoying. He is a heavy metal lover, and has loved rock before I started taking it in. Now, when John came, a year or so later, I made a younger one. I had no name for her at first, so I simply called her Itaki, after hearing it from an anime I was watching one day. She is a younger sister, and she is as annoying as a little sister. As I went to high school, and I was in my freshman year, I made new friends. Itaki is attached to my one friend, Imani, and now, everytime she sees her, she calls her "oneesama" or big sister in Japanese. After that, my past kind of dissapeared, and I don't really remember anything from 2003 to 2009. When any of these two take over, I don't remember anything a hew hours after it happened.
Oh and also, I have Anne. She's 17 (the oldest) from the UK, and she's the responsible one. Kind of motherly.
Oh, so I'm motherly?
Yes... >.>
I also have a habit of writing what they are saying i I am texting someone... >.<
So, would you consider me dissociative? Or MPD? If you need more info, feel free to ask.

I don't mind~