Dissociative identity disorder is as a childhood onset, complex-post traumatic disorder in which the child is unable to consolidate a unified sense of self. Detachment from emotional and physical pain during repeated traumatic events results in alterations in the way the brain encodes memory. This leads to fragmentation and gaps in memory. Exposure to repeated […]
Poor Uncle Joe was dying. No doubt about it. He’d been in bed for days, getting weaker and weaker. Family “sat” with him around the clock. Cousin Frank who’d been sitting for hours, finally just had to slip out to the bathroom. Uncle Joe opened his eyes for the first time in days. He smelled apple pie. He was hungry!! He just had to have some pie.
“Sally. Sally” No answer. That pie was calling him. With his last strength, he slid out of bed, so weak he melted to the floor. Creeping on hands and knees, he finally made it down the long hall to the kitchen. As he pulled up to the table and reached for the pie, Aunt Sally turned and smacked his hand, “Leave that alone, you old goat! That’s for the funeral!”
Why don’t they play poker in the jungle? Too many cheetahs!
What time did the man go to the dentist? Tooth hurt-y!
What do you call someone with no body and no nose? Nobody knows!
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