JESSICA IBD

Sinopse

Jessica was terrified that the unthinkable had happened when she had been 'made-up.' That was the only reason she could think of for the strange feeling that came over her whenever anyone asked her a 'you' question. The instant she heard that word - even if it was just a friendly 'Hi, how are you?' - she wanted to scrunch her eyes shut, slap her hands over her ears, and shout, 'Stop!' That?s the STUPIDEST word I?ve ever heard. You know why? Because there?s no YOU in here. You see, I?m really not supposed to be here. LOOK at me! Can?t you see that I?m just an alien being trapped in a human body?' Whenever Jessica was asked such a question, she gave the shortest answer possible and faded into the background as quickly as she could. She maneuvered her way through each day trying to anticipate what was expected of her and act accordingly. That was the only way she could think of to appear as if she belonged on planet Earth. If her act wasn?t perfect, Jessica knew what would happen. Strangers would surround her and with their arms raised high and fingers stabbing at the air, they?d shout, 'Imposter! Imposter!' Before she knew it, she?d be hauled into court and found guilty of impersonating a human being. All she could see in her Mind?s Eye was the next day?s headlines: SCIENTISTS GATHER TO EXAMINE ALIEN IMPOSTER.In her groundbreaking therapy, and as if she had been transported back in psychological time, Jessica discovered that the mystery of who she was had started far, far earlier in her life than she - and even her therapist, Dr. Jeffrey Von Glahn - had ever imagined. It began with the hurried and inattentive behavior of the medical team at her birth, who were taken by surprise late at night, and it continued at home with her mother?s robotic-like behavior. It culminated a few weeks later in a harrowing experience with her mother, when Jessica?s impassioned crying - the only way she could say 'I am cold, wet, and hungry' - woke her up in the middle of the night. On that particular occasion, the gauge on Mrs. Thomas? giving reservoir had read 'EMPTY.' She was saddled with way too many at-home responsibilities, taking care of Jessica?s older sister at one-and-a-half-years of age, and a husband whose attitude toward their children was, 'You had ?em, you take care of them!' Mrs. Thomas? frantic attempts to change and feed her newborn in hopes of stopping the piercing cries only left Jessica feeling, as she described it in her therapy, 'like I was being picked up like a football, dressed like a rag doll, and flipped around any old way.' It all left her feeling that the needing, wanting part of her - the 'I' part of her psychological make-up - was too dangerous and she had to act as if it didn?t exist. What no one could possibly have known at the time was that in being born Jessica wanted 'to add one more good thing to the world' - herself - and that her greatest hope was to bring a smile to her mother?s face (See ch.1 for an edited narrative of her for