Nearly a week and a half ago my therapist brought up the possibility of me having DID. Since then I have thinking about it on and off and when I ask myself, the center part of myself, there is always a resounding “Yes! At last! She figured it out!”. As soon as I feel that I then feel a voice saying “That is such bullshit. Get over yourself. You are so fucked up.”. My therapist and I went over a few things such as:
* memory loss – I have no memory (until the flashbacks started) of my childhood until I am in high school. I know which schools I went to, and I can name some of my classmates, but I don’t know what I did. I also know where I lived, but I have no idea what the day-to-day life was like. (Even as I am writing this there are several voices I feel inside wanting to yell, scream, cry, etc.) I have seen some pictures of myself, but I really don’t know what it felt like to be back then. I never thought this was unusual. I just thought I had a bad memory, or it wasn’t that important. However, I do remember old friend’s phone numbers from 1976.
*not remembering behavior – Often I find finished projects I don’t remember doing (dishes, food, organizing).
*unexplained possessions – This drives my husband crazy. It doesn’t happen as often as it used to, and I used to justify it because I usually bought things for the kids or for him.
* fragmented memories – I don’t remember getting married, or the births of my children, graduating from high school, vacations, etc.. I do remember
my four years living in Germany, but I don’t remember my first husband there.
* fluctuation in skills – If I don’t think about it I can play the piano okay and I can read music. I also took six years of German and Latin and sometimes I can speak German fairly fluently, I often dream in German, and I can remember what many Latin words means as far as a base for English words. If I try to do these things purposefully it doesn’t work.
* spontaneous trance – This was one of my favorite things to do. I like tuning everything out so I don’t understand English and I pretend I’m from a different planet or something.
* enthrallment – Another favorite. I love it when I’m totally caught up in a book or movie that I have no idea of the time or my whereabouts.
* age regression – Sometimes I find myself humming or singing in a little girl voice, playing with the girl’s stuffed animals, or coloring in their coloring books. That is very soothing for me.
* negative hallucination – I love making people or things disappear when I’m angry or bored.
* out-of-body experiences – This is just a normal, every day thing for me.
* passive influence – I’m often watching myself do things I don’t remember choosing to do. I thought it was normal.
* hallucinations – I used to pretend it was god or angels talking to me. Later I believed it was the Goddess and it made me feel special.
* referring to yourself as “we”, feeling “others” in your head – I’ve always referred to myself that way even in conversation.
* switching – I’ve always consciously or unconsciously let “whatever” take over for things like sex, public speaking, parent-teacher conferences, doctor appointments, family gatherings, etc.. Sometimes I can almost control it (not really control it, but resign myself to it), other times it just happens and I “wake up” later.
* depressed mood – I’ve been on anti-depressants for nearly twenty years, attempted suicide twice, and been in therapy (on and off) for twenty-four years.
* conversion – My body delights in turning emotional pain into physical pain.
This list of adaptations comes from the book Growing Beyond Survival by Elizabeth G. Vermilyea. My therapist and I are using this book as an adjunct to therapy. It’s my homework when I don’t see her, and then we discuss it in the office.
So, am I DID? My gut says yes. A few voices inside say I’m just looking for an excuse to get some attention because I have no friends and my life sucks. Since my therapist brought DID up I’ve had many new voices inside, each vying for attention. I try to acknowledge them and write down what I experience. Some even have names, but they were names I’ve been using for myself for years. When I would have an angry outburst I didn’t remember I would say the Fiery Redhead must have done it. There is a calm, steady part of me I have always called The Oracle. When I hum, sing, or color I say it’s Little Me coming out to play. I thought this was normal, and I know some of this is normal to a degree, but my therapist believes I have gone far beyond the norm, not in a bad way but in a need-to-survive way.
*possible trigger*
The flashbacks, memories, and some dreams are piecing my life together and it’s really painful. I have burns on my body which are cigarette burns. Doctors used to ask who burned me and I replied “I didn’t know I had cigarette burns. The scars have always been there.”. End of discussion. Now I remember how the burns got there. The one thing I absolutely remembered was my father molesting me at 2:00 in the morning in a motel when I was 28 years old and I looked at the clock and said “No. Not again.”. He stopped and went to sleep. When I told a therapist this, she stood up, closed my file, and said “I suspected as much and I can’t treat you anymore because that is not in my field of expertise.”. She made me leave and set me up with a different therapist. I had been with her for two years and I was devastated. She just abandoned me. I told my current therapist about that (in case she needed her records) and the first thing she said was “I will not abandon you. We will work through this together.”. I just cried and cried. I love my therapist.
So, anyway, that is where I am. I’m still confused, but inside parts of me are very glad to hear about DID, while other parts are very critical and abusive. I don’t know if this is normal or if I’m going crazy. I am still not sure if anything is even real. I feel so detached from the world, and I really don’t know what’s next if anything. I don’t even know what to say to my therapist when I see her. I’m getting that urge to quit therapy again, too. This time I really want to stick with it, though, and figure out what’s going on in me.
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