I have been in therapy off and on for 21 years, dealing with child sexual abuse. My current therapist is the one that I started with, however I have worked with others, as I have moved around the country or tried out other therapy modalities. We have worked together for something like a total of 9, maybe 10 years now, in a few chunks. I last started working with her again a couple of years ago, when I moved back within a couple of hours of where she worked. I had taken the previous 6 years off from therapy, while my daughter was young, so I could concentrate on her.
When I started to work with her, dissociative parts began to emerge more clearly and especially show themselves to her more than they have every before. I came back with her thinking of me as having a diagnosis of C-PTSD. Several months after that she started talking about complex dissociative disorders and she ask for me to purchase and read some of the chapters in "Coping with Trauma-Related Dissociation." Eventually she broached changing my diagnosis to DDNOS, but she assured me that I didn't have DID.
Backtrack 21 years, soon after I started working with my T, things just blew up. I was completely and utterly overwhelmed with both PTSD and dissociative symptoms. I knew that I needed intensive, specialist help to teach me the tools that I needed to manage things well enough that I could bear to stay alive. I found an in patient program in DC that worked with PTSD and Dissociative patients. Ever since then, I have been aware that I belong somewhere on the dissociative spectrum, but I always have been able to reassure myself that "at least I don't have DID." Well, I've been aware of it other than the periods when I went through complete denial and managed to shut everything down.
Somehow, "At least I don't have DID" became a big deal to me. It meant that while what happened bad, it wasn't bad enough to cause that much damage. I'll admit that I probably also was influenced by wanting to have nothing to do with multiplicity as shown in the movies. It meant that at least I wasn't in that group of people who were injured the worst.
Well, my T has brought up Coping with Trauma-Related Dissociation again and suggested that we work through it chapter by chapter this time. It's a good idea, although I'm having mixed reactions. Today we were talking about the book and she said something along the lines of, "Even though the language is written aimed at DID, pretty much all of the material will apply to you. (Something about how developed my parts are.) Another person might diagnose you with DID. Actually, really, maybe you do just have DID."
I was shocked by what I heard and just sat there, trying to process the whole conversation. She didn't say anymore about it and I wasn't in a state to ask about it. Frankly, I'm kind of scared to ask.
Intellectually, I know that the damage was done decades ago and the dissociative disorder was established long ago, it's just that I have only now developed enough trust to share what is going on. The label doesn't make any difference to what I need to do, so trying to hide the signs may have kept the label a less scary one, but that doesn't make what happened any less scary. On the other hand, sharing what is going on provides information that can help me actually do what I need to do. So it is a good thing that I am being more open and honest about what I'm experiencing, right?
I'm trying to figure out what I'm feeling- dazed, sad. I'm not sure what else. Inside I hear, "I don't want that. I don't want for it to be that bad." Somewhere in there, I'm scared, because I'm trembling just a bit, but I don't actually feel it.
Some part of me has thought that I was this dissociative for a long time, and always wanted for my T to notice what I do that hints of it. But I've always thought of it as being untrustworthy and attention seeking. Maybe there was a legitimate reason that I needed for my T to understand just what I have been experiencing.
I can't really talk about this with my husband. He is supportive over all, but certain topics make him queasy and this is one. I have a circle of friends that has been together for about 3 years on line and they know an awful lot about what happened to me and what dealing with it is like, but at the moment I don't feel up to telling them about this. There will be too much education involved, when I'm feeling a bit in shock.
So, I'm here, asking for a supportive ear and maybe if someone else has dealt with the same adjustment.
Obviously, this is not the end of the world. She hasn't even definitely changed the diagnosis, but she made sure that the door is wide open and she is well aware of my fears of being labeled with DID, so she would introduce a change in just this way. At least based on how she repeated introduced the DDNOS idea before she technically changed the diagnosis.
I've dealt with much worse things. Even in the last week, I've dealt with much, much worse things, but this has me shaken. I guess because it affects my self identity.