My youngest sister (I call her Pip on the forum) was diagnosed with Dissociation Identity Disorder about a year and half ago, but she has suffered with it her whole life. Over the past few months, my family have made comments to me that they think I might dissociate, but I shoot it down immediately. After learning more about it, however, I think they could be right... I thought maybe I could list my 'symptoms' and ask what you think?
(background info: I was physically/sexually/mentally/emotionally abused from when I was born to the age of 14, by my Dad)
A lot of the time I can be on the phone/texting/talking IRL and suddenly "wake up" mid-conversation and realise I have no idea what they are talking about. I swear I was stood there listening, but nothing is processing. On occasion, I have had someone ask if I was OK, as I looked very distant as if I was in a trance.
I don't really feel like I belong in my body. I know its weird to say, but it feels like this body I am in has been swapped for someone elses. I only started feeling like this the past couple of months when the anxiety from PTSD really started to kick in.
I don't remember things very well. I can tell you about my abuse, and bad things that have happened in my life, but I don't remember the nice things very well at all. Most of my life is a complete blur if I'm honest, with just the odd memory sticking out.
Lately, especially late at night when I'm alone in bed, I start thinking odd thoughts and start to drift off, suddenly my whole body will jerk and it will be as if this huge fog has been lifted and everything is clear. I don't remember any of the thoughts I have had, and sometimes when I check the time an hour has suddenly passed.
My Mum has on many, many occasions come back home with the shopping with apparently "my favourite foods". I'll protest and tell her I never eat them, and why would I tell you their my favourite?! Pip will chime in and say that only yesterday I was saying (for ex) how much I love sweet potato (I really don't like it yuk) and today I am suddenly am the polar opposite. I honestly never remember telling them these so called "favourite things".
I daydream an awful lot. Sometimes, the daydream will become soooo real, I think it actually happened. Sometimes it takes me hours to realise it was just a daydream. I then begin doubting if my actual memories were just daydreams.
I act differently depending on who I'm with. If I am with my family and best mate, I will be a grumpy, distant cow. If I am with children (I babysit a lot), I will be bright and cheerful and running around with them having fun. Making sure they have everything they need. If I am with close friends, I will be relaxed and happy, up for anything. Fancy going fishing? Sign me up! Wanna eat mushrooms and rabbit pie? Delicious!. The moment I talk to my family, though, it feels as if I change into a completely different person. I hate everything and everyone, I cannot cope with doing things, etc.
I do have more stuff but I don't wanna write a novel on my possible symptoms, lol. I hope you get the idea. After reading all that, do you think I have a possibility of DID?
Take care everyone, and stay safe.
Lolly :)
(background info: I was physically/sexually/mentally/emotionally abused from when I was born to the age of 14, by my Dad)
A lot of the time I can be on the phone/texting/talking IRL and suddenly "wake up" mid-conversation and realise I have no idea what they are talking about. I swear I was stood there listening, but nothing is processing. On occasion, I have had someone ask if I was OK, as I looked very distant as if I was in a trance.
I don't really feel like I belong in my body. I know its weird to say, but it feels like this body I am in has been swapped for someone elses. I only started feeling like this the past couple of months when the anxiety from PTSD really started to kick in.
I don't remember things very well. I can tell you about my abuse, and bad things that have happened in my life, but I don't remember the nice things very well at all. Most of my life is a complete blur if I'm honest, with just the odd memory sticking out.
Lately, especially late at night when I'm alone in bed, I start thinking odd thoughts and start to drift off, suddenly my whole body will jerk and it will be as if this huge fog has been lifted and everything is clear. I don't remember any of the thoughts I have had, and sometimes when I check the time an hour has suddenly passed.
My Mum has on many, many occasions come back home with the shopping with apparently "my favourite foods". I'll protest and tell her I never eat them, and why would I tell you their my favourite?! Pip will chime in and say that only yesterday I was saying (for ex) how much I love sweet potato (I really don't like it yuk) and today I am suddenly am the polar opposite. I honestly never remember telling them these so called "favourite things".
I daydream an awful lot. Sometimes, the daydream will become soooo real, I think it actually happened. Sometimes it takes me hours to realise it was just a daydream. I then begin doubting if my actual memories were just daydreams.
I act differently depending on who I'm with. If I am with my family and best mate, I will be a grumpy, distant cow. If I am with children (I babysit a lot), I will be bright and cheerful and running around with them having fun. Making sure they have everything they need. If I am with close friends, I will be relaxed and happy, up for anything. Fancy going fishing? Sign me up! Wanna eat mushrooms and rabbit pie? Delicious!. The moment I talk to my family, though, it feels as if I change into a completely different person. I hate everything and everyone, I cannot cope with doing things, etc.
I do have more stuff but I don't wanna write a novel on my possible symptoms, lol. I hope you get the idea. After reading all that, do you think I have a possibility of DID?
Take care everyone, and stay safe.
Lolly :)