After our son was born, my husband changed. He became distant and secretive, always needing time alone. I thought it was just stress, until one night the baby monitor showed him in the nursery—though he wasn’t supposed to be home.
When I confronted him, he revealed he had dissociative identity disorder, triggered by our baby’s birth. Another personality had surfaced, one filled with anger toward infants. Seeing the danger firsthand—and hearing it in a chilling voice memo—I took our son and left.
We now live apart. He’s in treatment, and I trust only myself.
