My parents thought this to be no more, than a novel turn of events, that could make for conversation. The doctors said they saw no reason I could not lead a normal life. What they don’t know is what I have been dealing with all my life. Along with the two strands of DNA, I also have two consciousnesses going on inside my head. My parents named my sister Kara.
Kara can only talk to me. She is a voice inside my head. She is getting insanely pissed off right now; because I keep referring to us as,” I” or “my”. She has no control over our body. She can control nothing, but complains and protest frequently. I am not a mean person. I do take her into consideration sometimes, but one of our biggest problems is, she is heterosexual. So when I am with a woman she is completely repulsed. It's kind of a mood killer for me, when I’m kissing a woman, and in my head I hear, “Oh my god that is disgusting”. You don’t even want to know what masturbation is like.
I believe we share sensations. When I feel, WE feel pain sometimes she responds to it. I KNOW! When I have sex she…This is a very hard story to write because Kara is reading as I type this. She is having a fit on the things that I am saying. She doesn’t like it that I am “Putting our business on front street”, her words not mine.
I know there is no medical procedure to remove my sister from inside me. She is not a physical thing that can be removed. Medication would only numb us both out. I understand her sorrow because she is a person trapped in another person’s body with no recourse. It must be a miserable existence. I’m going to stop now because she is crying. Sometimes I think "WE" would be better off with a bullet in "OUR" head!