angel2write
Diamond Member
So... I'm going in to see a therapist today. And for the first time in my life, I'm going to talk about the dissociative identity stuff. It feels a lot like the first day I went in and asked, "Can I be evaluated for PTSD, please?"
I have changed outfits three times.
I know I have issues with this. How deep they are, or how far they extend, may be in doubt. And I am not going in looking for a particular diagnosis. I just want to get some guidance about how to help myself, really.
I feel like I've been asking for help since I was a kid. Over and over I've asked for help. Only to be told that I'm fine, and I must be making all this up to get attention. I've been labeled a liar and a manipulator, an exaggerator and selfish, moody, and a miserable self-centered human being.
You know something? I've never taken illegal drugs. Not once. I've never been drunk. Never smoked. I worked hard in school, got excellent grades, stayed out of trouble. I've slept with three people in my entire life, two of whom I was married to (not counting rapists). I stay home with my kids, work on my house, go to church, tithe, help people, give to charity, and care for my pets. I have done my absolute best my ENTIRE LIFE to be a good person.
All I want is to be able to live my life without feeling like someone blew a hole in my chest with a shotgun, or like aliens stuck a blender attachment to my brain and hit "pulse."
I keep reading about DID. The same way I did about PTSD. And I have so many of the symptoms... so many. All my life, so many. I don't want a diagnosis I don't deserve. I don't want attention. I'm not trying to make trouble. I just want to know how to make myself better so I can take care of myself and my husband and my kids. I'm not a burden to society. I'm not. I just want help. Some kind of help. I feel like I can't keep doing this. I keep getting therapy, and for a while I'll feel better, and then everything slides downhill again.
Somewhere, somehow there has to be an answer for me. There has to be.
I have changed outfits three times.
I know I have issues with this. How deep they are, or how far they extend, may be in doubt. And I am not going in looking for a particular diagnosis. I just want to get some guidance about how to help myself, really.
I feel like I've been asking for help since I was a kid. Over and over I've asked for help. Only to be told that I'm fine, and I must be making all this up to get attention. I've been labeled a liar and a manipulator, an exaggerator and selfish, moody, and a miserable self-centered human being.
You know something? I've never taken illegal drugs. Not once. I've never been drunk. Never smoked. I worked hard in school, got excellent grades, stayed out of trouble. I've slept with three people in my entire life, two of whom I was married to (not counting rapists). I stay home with my kids, work on my house, go to church, tithe, help people, give to charity, and care for my pets. I have done my absolute best my ENTIRE LIFE to be a good person.
All I want is to be able to live my life without feeling like someone blew a hole in my chest with a shotgun, or like aliens stuck a blender attachment to my brain and hit "pulse."
I keep reading about DID. The same way I did about PTSD. And I have so many of the symptoms... so many. All my life, so many. I don't want a diagnosis I don't deserve. I don't want attention. I'm not trying to make trouble. I just want to know how to make myself better so I can take care of myself and my husband and my kids. I'm not a burden to society. I'm not. I just want help. Some kind of help. I feel like I can't keep doing this. I keep getting therapy, and for a while I'll feel better, and then everything slides downhill again.
Somewhere, somehow there has to be an answer for me. There has to be.