How do you know if you have DID or if you are just dissociating from trauma?
I was with a total crap therapist (sorry, couldn't think of a better word) for 5 years who I mistakenly trusted. I had a fear of therapists because of a trauma in my past and she really reinforced it with her techniques and then abruptly kicked me out of her practice.
I now have a new therapist that seems maybe OK to me. There are things I haven't told her because my guard is up. We are starting work with complex PTSD which I never even knew I had until 2 years ago.
Previous therapist told me she thought I had a forgotten or repressed memory of significant abuse. She mostly listened and let me talk and talk and nothing ever got better, only worse.
Now I have learned about DID and I'm afraid. Is this why she abruptly kicked me out? She was not qualified to treat DID or complex trauma. She seemed to be good at nothing but supportive listening and believed that's what I needed to sort things out.
I remember a time many, many years ago when I was in certain relationships as a young adult that I spoke in a very childish way. It was always with a man when the relationship got serious. Not with other people. This is very fuzzy. It was so long ago. I talked like a child would, not like an adult would. I think I felt uncomfortable talking about certain subjects and would regress into childish behavior. This went off and on for maybe 6 years. One day, I suddenly realized how ridiculous this was, was embarrassed, told myself to grow up, and it never happened again.
About a year ago, I had an overwhelming urge to care for a baby. (My kids are now grown and I have no grand-kids.) It was so strong, I got out one of my daughter's old dolls (that was like a doll I used to have that my brother destroyed) and went and bought things for it that a baby would need and put the doll in a basket with the things. Then I felt better. I left it that way for a day. And then the feeling went away. I put the doll and the things away.
Now that I am in therapy again, it has gotten me thinking about these things I haven't thought about in a long time.
I have had episodes of what I think are dissociation in the past few years. I had no idea what it was when it first happened. I also have had strong emotional flashbacks of pure terror. I didn't know what those were either. I figured out the flashbacks myself. My crap therapist told me about dissociation when she triggered me into it in session. She said it was nothing to worry about and sent me on my way.
My current therapist has been trying to be reassuring that she is not going to kick me out, that she has lots of complex cases, that if she thought I needed more help than she could give, she would talk it over with me and help me find the right person for me. Still, every week I am worried I am going to get kicked out. I need to be good enough or I will be kicked out. My whole life seems to be nothing but misery since I started therapy again.
How do you know if you have DID or if you are just dissociating from trauma? What will happen to me if I do have a repressed memory that comes back? I had to move after my divorce and know almost no one here. I have no social support network here, just my daughter. I can't fall apart. I'm afraid I may try to kill myself. I don't want to do that to my daughter, but the future already looks like a big, black void. I don't want to go into it. I want to go back home. I can't go home. I would really rather be nowhere than be here, but I have to try to stay here for the sake of my daughter.
I have read and read about DID but I can't quite get my mind around it. Can a person have an alter and not know it at all? Can an alter be completely suppressed? So many questions. Am I better off just not thinking about it? If I do have DID, I think I'd rather not know. I've lost so much. I can't bear to lose any more. Sometimes I think that previous therapist put a lot of this junk in my mind and if I just stayed away from therapists I would get better. I don't think I could ever tell anybody about those weird things that happened. I'm ashamed of them. Shame was the main emotion my mother used to manipulate and punish me. I can't bear it.
One more detail, I was been seriously mis-medicated by a psych nurse several years ago and a psychiatrist tried to wean me off the stuff. It's been brutal and I've had to stop for awhile. So I am under the influence of medications.
I was with a total crap therapist (sorry, couldn't think of a better word) for 5 years who I mistakenly trusted. I had a fear of therapists because of a trauma in my past and she really reinforced it with her techniques and then abruptly kicked me out of her practice.
I now have a new therapist that seems maybe OK to me. There are things I haven't told her because my guard is up. We are starting work with complex PTSD which I never even knew I had until 2 years ago.
Previous therapist told me she thought I had a forgotten or repressed memory of significant abuse. She mostly listened and let me talk and talk and nothing ever got better, only worse.
Now I have learned about DID and I'm afraid. Is this why she abruptly kicked me out? She was not qualified to treat DID or complex trauma. She seemed to be good at nothing but supportive listening and believed that's what I needed to sort things out.
I remember a time many, many years ago when I was in certain relationships as a young adult that I spoke in a very childish way. It was always with a man when the relationship got serious. Not with other people. This is very fuzzy. It was so long ago. I talked like a child would, not like an adult would. I think I felt uncomfortable talking about certain subjects and would regress into childish behavior. This went off and on for maybe 6 years. One day, I suddenly realized how ridiculous this was, was embarrassed, told myself to grow up, and it never happened again.
About a year ago, I had an overwhelming urge to care for a baby. (My kids are now grown and I have no grand-kids.) It was so strong, I got out one of my daughter's old dolls (that was like a doll I used to have that my brother destroyed) and went and bought things for it that a baby would need and put the doll in a basket with the things. Then I felt better. I left it that way for a day. And then the feeling went away. I put the doll and the things away.
Now that I am in therapy again, it has gotten me thinking about these things I haven't thought about in a long time.
I have had episodes of what I think are dissociation in the past few years. I had no idea what it was when it first happened. I also have had strong emotional flashbacks of pure terror. I didn't know what those were either. I figured out the flashbacks myself. My crap therapist told me about dissociation when she triggered me into it in session. She said it was nothing to worry about and sent me on my way.
My current therapist has been trying to be reassuring that she is not going to kick me out, that she has lots of complex cases, that if she thought I needed more help than she could give, she would talk it over with me and help me find the right person for me. Still, every week I am worried I am going to get kicked out. I need to be good enough or I will be kicked out. My whole life seems to be nothing but misery since I started therapy again.
How do you know if you have DID or if you are just dissociating from trauma? What will happen to me if I do have a repressed memory that comes back? I had to move after my divorce and know almost no one here. I have no social support network here, just my daughter. I can't fall apart. I'm afraid I may try to kill myself. I don't want to do that to my daughter, but the future already looks like a big, black void. I don't want to go into it. I want to go back home. I can't go home. I would really rather be nowhere than be here, but I have to try to stay here for the sake of my daughter.
I have read and read about DID but I can't quite get my mind around it. Can a person have an alter and not know it at all? Can an alter be completely suppressed? So many questions. Am I better off just not thinking about it? If I do have DID, I think I'd rather not know. I've lost so much. I can't bear to lose any more. Sometimes I think that previous therapist put a lot of this junk in my mind and if I just stayed away from therapists I would get better. I don't think I could ever tell anybody about those weird things that happened. I'm ashamed of them. Shame was the main emotion my mother used to manipulate and punish me. I can't bear it.
One more detail, I was been seriously mis-medicated by a psych nurse several years ago and a psychiatrist tried to wean me off the stuff. It's been brutal and I've had to stop for awhile. So I am under the influence of medications.