@Finchlet2 if you accept them. What I came to discover is that in therapy I literally grew up psychologically, mentally, and emotionally. The longer I was in therapy, the more I grew up. Some Ts helped me more than others. My abuse started between 2 and 3 with sexualized touching by my father and his boyfriend. And then at age 3 I witnessed two brutal murders by my father. At the time I didn't know he was my father. From that point on I developed DID and PTSD. The real me stayed hidden from my father so he couldn't destroy me. Throughout my childhood I discovered what I liked to do and therefore who I am by being exposed to many different things in school and later in college; taking up an instrument, learning art, taking drawing and painting classes, etc. I spent one year in a community college just taking whatever classes I wanted to take without a major in mind. One of those classes was based on the book, What Color Is Your Parachute? Most of the people who took the class were introverts and had undecided majors. We all had one thing in common: We loved doing jigsaw puzzles. And most of us talked to ourselves while doing those jigsaw puzzles. Quite interesting.