I have no idea where this thread belongs, so I'll put it here.
I just did a 3 week stay inpatient in the trauma unit of the hospital due to my suicidal tendencies and the self-injury behavior that had hit a peak.
In week 1 of the stay, I became obsessively compulsive about keeping my bed perfect (could bounce a coin off of it, it was made up that tightly), folding my clothes perfectly, rolling the towels and origami-folding the washcloths --you get the picture.
In week 2 of my stay, one of the nursing staff chucked something of mine in my 'sharps' bin in the sharps closet. I blew up. But damped it almost immediately. I walked up to the charge nurse, and began telling her that "QuietNow is upset because your staff chucked something in her bin." The charge nurse, who has been around the block with this a few times, replied, "Are we speaking to QuietNow now?" I guess that reference to myself by name and in the third person was a clue.
And the reaction from me was as if you'd hit me with a tub of ice water. No, I wasn't aware of the conversation. Until she said that. I'd been floating in and out of awareness for two weeks.
The therapist sat down with me the next day and we went through a lot of questions and experiences. Yes, I've had issues in the past where I thought I was narcoleptic, but puzzled because most narcoleptics don't talk and move to another place when they sleep. Yes, I've had events where I kind of came to myself on the beach next to the ocean in the next state over from mine. I also had one where I came to with a car key in my pocket, winter, no coat, no purse, in a shopping mall an hour from home, no clue how I'd gotten there. I spent an hour or more walking the aisles to find my car on the other side of the mall. Lots of diving into the mall to warm up before I walked the next few aisles.
But those are extreme things that don't happen anymore. I do have a very spotty memory. And I can't seem to remember any of the trauma memories. The therapist was very interested in my ...wow, I don't know how to describe them...imaginary friends. I don't actually believe that they're real, but they've always been present in the background. I thought that they'd faded away and gone years ago.
During my time in hospital, somebody (not me but my body) kept coming to the nurse's station around medication time but before we were called up and asked for my meds. I'd go back two hours later puzzled asking the staff why I hadn't gotten my meds yet. It was beyond disorienting.
My diagnosis of DDNOS (Dissociative Disorder Not Otherwise Specified) has now been changed to DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder). And I'm in full scale denial.
I just am having real trouble imagining this. After all, if I was splitting off into personalities, wouldn't I know it? Wouldn't someone else have noticed it? I've seen some of the sites out there for this and they are beyond ...well, just beyond. I'm in my late 40's for goodness sake!! Wouldn't this have been visible before now? How could this be going on for years without me knowing about it? I don't find stuff that I didn't buy. I don't end up far from home anymore. I do occasionally feel like I "wink out" for a while when things get stressful.
But evidently one of the personalities talked to the staff. Someone that wasn't me. So they started probing.
I really, really, really, really, really don't want this diagnosis too. The PTSD is horrifying enough to handle. Having to deal with a tattered persona is just not the way I want to spend the next few years. And what if this is real? What if I really do have QuietNow #2 and Quiet Now #3 taking shifts on my consciousness. That is beyond words for me.
I just did a 3 week stay inpatient in the trauma unit of the hospital due to my suicidal tendencies and the self-injury behavior that had hit a peak.
In week 1 of the stay, I became obsessively compulsive about keeping my bed perfect (could bounce a coin off of it, it was made up that tightly), folding my clothes perfectly, rolling the towels and origami-folding the washcloths --you get the picture.
In week 2 of my stay, one of the nursing staff chucked something of mine in my 'sharps' bin in the sharps closet. I blew up. But damped it almost immediately. I walked up to the charge nurse, and began telling her that "QuietNow is upset because your staff chucked something in her bin." The charge nurse, who has been around the block with this a few times, replied, "Are we speaking to QuietNow now?" I guess that reference to myself by name and in the third person was a clue.
And the reaction from me was as if you'd hit me with a tub of ice water. No, I wasn't aware of the conversation. Until she said that. I'd been floating in and out of awareness for two weeks.
The therapist sat down with me the next day and we went through a lot of questions and experiences. Yes, I've had issues in the past where I thought I was narcoleptic, but puzzled because most narcoleptics don't talk and move to another place when they sleep. Yes, I've had events where I kind of came to myself on the beach next to the ocean in the next state over from mine. I also had one where I came to with a car key in my pocket, winter, no coat, no purse, in a shopping mall an hour from home, no clue how I'd gotten there. I spent an hour or more walking the aisles to find my car on the other side of the mall. Lots of diving into the mall to warm up before I walked the next few aisles.
But those are extreme things that don't happen anymore. I do have a very spotty memory. And I can't seem to remember any of the trauma memories. The therapist was very interested in my ...wow, I don't know how to describe them...imaginary friends. I don't actually believe that they're real, but they've always been present in the background. I thought that they'd faded away and gone years ago.
During my time in hospital, somebody (not me but my body) kept coming to the nurse's station around medication time but before we were called up and asked for my meds. I'd go back two hours later puzzled asking the staff why I hadn't gotten my meds yet. It was beyond disorienting.
My diagnosis of DDNOS (Dissociative Disorder Not Otherwise Specified) has now been changed to DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder). And I'm in full scale denial.
I just am having real trouble imagining this. After all, if I was splitting off into personalities, wouldn't I know it? Wouldn't someone else have noticed it? I've seen some of the sites out there for this and they are beyond ...well, just beyond. I'm in my late 40's for goodness sake!! Wouldn't this have been visible before now? How could this be going on for years without me knowing about it? I don't find stuff that I didn't buy. I don't end up far from home anymore. I do occasionally feel like I "wink out" for a while when things get stressful.
But evidently one of the personalities talked to the staff. Someone that wasn't me. So they started probing.
I really, really, really, really, really don't want this diagnosis too. The PTSD is horrifying enough to handle. Having to deal with a tattered persona is just not the way I want to spend the next few years. And what if this is real? What if I really do have QuietNow #2 and Quiet Now #3 taking shifts on my consciousness. That is beyond words for me.