SeanCharles
Diamond Member
I am posting this thread here... if this thread is belongs in the other disorders forum then that is fine by me; if this fits in here then let that be so.
As I rediscover me which is a continuing and ongoing process, while I don't have clarity of the source of my dissociation I do know that one thing about me is that I do have DID which has never been officially diagnosed.
At the age 2, while we were in Alaska at that time, I was hospitalized and did experience death! I had been ill and then went unconscious! In discussions with mom, we've somehow or other have touched on my birth name which was changed when I was actually born and She had originally planned to name me Sean.
When we left California the last time, I was four, I had a profound feeling that a piece, or fragment, of me (I am not really sure how to describe this) left me and upon arriving in Alaska an emptiness remained. (I will come back to this eventually).
Upon moving to Alaska, I felt very different, I was still very much the happy ADHD child that I spoke about in my ADHD/PTSD thread. One of my fond memories was that I recall having a fascination to understand how "things" operated. In order to do this, I would obviously disassemble these things. Because of this behavior, I would get a variety of stuff which if electrical, would be missing a plug on the end for my protection.
There is an opposite to this that I feel I am compelled to share. In their, my mom and dad's, recovery experience someone had given them this multi functional computer kit. At a critical time when the pump died for the well that supplied water to the house had died, my mom had decided to give me the kit when I had discovered that in the crawl space where the well was located.
I took the kit and to her amazement I had reached a point where I needed some batteries! So, I went back to her and did get the batteries I needed and was able to show her what I had done! Her concern was that I would not be able to follow the directions or figure out the diagrams which consisted of the instructions. There were a few projects that at the time were a bit beyond my years at the time. It was amazing because this kit gave me a glimpse into what would later develop into my computer knowledge base that would grow with me through the later years.
I believe if I recall correctly, I was in the 3rd grade.
I am stopping here for now.
As I rediscover me which is a continuing and ongoing process, while I don't have clarity of the source of my dissociation I do know that one thing about me is that I do have DID which has never been officially diagnosed.
At the age 2, while we were in Alaska at that time, I was hospitalized and did experience death! I had been ill and then went unconscious! In discussions with mom, we've somehow or other have touched on my birth name which was changed when I was actually born and She had originally planned to name me Sean.
When we left California the last time, I was four, I had a profound feeling that a piece, or fragment, of me (I am not really sure how to describe this) left me and upon arriving in Alaska an emptiness remained. (I will come back to this eventually).
Upon moving to Alaska, I felt very different, I was still very much the happy ADHD child that I spoke about in my ADHD/PTSD thread. One of my fond memories was that I recall having a fascination to understand how "things" operated. In order to do this, I would obviously disassemble these things. Because of this behavior, I would get a variety of stuff which if electrical, would be missing a plug on the end for my protection.
There is an opposite to this that I feel I am compelled to share. In their, my mom and dad's, recovery experience someone had given them this multi functional computer kit. At a critical time when the pump died for the well that supplied water to the house had died, my mom had decided to give me the kit when I had discovered that in the crawl space where the well was located.
I took the kit and to her amazement I had reached a point where I needed some batteries! So, I went back to her and did get the batteries I needed and was able to show her what I had done! Her concern was that I would not be able to follow the directions or figure out the diagrams which consisted of the instructions. There were a few projects that at the time were a bit beyond my years at the time. It was amazing because this kit gave me a glimpse into what would later develop into my computer knowledge base that would grow with me through the later years.
I believe if I recall correctly, I was in the 3rd grade.
I am stopping here for now.
