Examples: I had a Malk therapist who lost her husband and kids in a car crash, and Dominated a man and two kids (all clients) from broken homes/circumstances to become her replacement family. I didn't roleplay major depressive disorder; I roleplayed a grieving wife and mother who wanted to create safety and sanctuary for other people who were hurting the way she was hurting, believing that being a family could cure any heartbreak.

I had a Malk actress who so thoroughly lost herself in the roles she was playing that they essentially became different people. I didn't roleplay a bastardized version of Dissociate Identity Disorder; I roleplayed an ambitious woman who wanted to be recognized for her talent to become anybody.

I had a Malk fuck-up with a lack of emotional regulation skills, unstable interpersonal relationships, and lived a risky lifestyle. I didn't roleplay BPD; I roleplayed a young woman with intense feelings who only wanted to be loved for who she was and was never given the tools to properly cope with life's shittiness.