The one I'm doing is called thoracic opening or something like that. It focuses on the upper body more than the lower body. I've got tightness in my upper body for certain. And this version, made for sitting in a chair, seems to be opening up my breathing, chest, and heart.I have only had marginal success with it (even the trauma-sensitive yoga),
I integrated a whole slew of alters back in 2005/6.And it sounds like you're continuing to have a lot of struggles. Is it better? Does it get better? I was diagnosed with the DID almost two years ago. My T and psychiatrist say they're seeing progress, and feel that they've landed on the right combo of diagnoses that seem to exacerbate the DID issues. But I get so despairing and hopless sometimes because they say it could be many years before deep healing happens. How do you feel about your process?
Then for five to six years there wasn't a peep out any alters. I assumed during that time that they were no more alters. Wrong. When my mother died in 2010, a flooding of memories occurred along with the emergence of more alters.
It took fourteen years with the same T for me to see the integration of many alters, parts, and fragments. I had poly-fragmentation DID so there were a lot of pieces to put together. Also I spent four years with that T working through abuse by another T. So ten years working on the DID/memories. For me it was like this working through memories:
If you’re going through hell keep going. ~Winston Churchill~
No matter what came up I kept going through it. It wasn't easy. And it's the same way now. I slog through whatever comes up. It works and has worked for fourteen years my old T. I didn't focus so much on the alters, parts, and fragments who were emerging after awhile as I did what happened to create them. I used to keep a meticulous account of all of them until it got ridiculous in number. Then I decided to stop counting and worrying about who's who and focus on the hellish memories emerging and getting through them. I was putting together a gigantic jigsaw puzzle called my childhood. That became the most important part of my healing and still is.