Oh, yes, that’s what that was …

Some pieces are starting to come together in spurts. Just yesterday while I was plodding along trying to get myself together after being triggered I had a memory race across my brain.

Three years ago I decided to go to a 6 week partial hospitalization program at a nearby psychiatric hospital. It was the first time I entered a psychiatric hospital for treatment. I was crying, completely triggered and freaked out when I made the phone call to the intake phone line. After I spoke for a few short minutes, the woman on the phone asked me if she could speak to one of my parents. I was stunned! I didn’t understand why she said that. She seemed genuinely surprised when I told her how old I was, at the time I was 37!

Ever since that happened three years ago I’ve been stumped by it. I thought various things, such as was it because of the fact that I was crying that she thought I was a young child? But plenty of people cry on the phone as adults and don’t get mistaken for children … I’ve always wondered how that happened. It bothers me when I can’t understand or explain things.

Then it occurred to me yesterday that the woman on the intake phone line at the psychiatric hospital must have interacted with me while I had switched to a child alter. It finally made sense to me. Doc had mentioned to me on Friday that my intonation changes when I switch into a child alter. He can immediately tell when it happens.

It’s small, very small, but I like understanding, even if it’s only a small piece of the entire story.

Falling

Fighting, and falling

Wondering when I will stop falling so much

So that I can live.

 

DID has scared me into hibernation

I did it again, disappeared from the blog for a bit. It has been hard. The DID has scared and depressed me.

The new job is great, but I had something happen related to my previous employer that has had me triggered. I don’t want to be triggered. I don’t want to dwell on what happened. I want to not feel this way, but, still, I am triggered.

Doc and I had a talk about my diagnosis this week where he confirmed for me that DID is my actual diagnosis. This time I did not freak out, and I was happy that I was relatively calm during our conversation. I have been feeling low about it, but I suppose that’s better than freaking out.

I’ve been losing time at home, and I’ve started to feel like DID is my terrible secret. I’ve told 4 people who are close to me about my DID. Two have been supportive, and the other two refuse to believe that it’s a real condition. The 4 people I told are people close to me, and it makes me reluctant to tell anyone else, not that it’s information that I would freely share with people, but still …

Though I am not doing that great I think the new job has helped things a bit. I feel like I have more of a purpose there, and I certainly am motivated to be there even when I feel foggy.

I am beginning to believe that things will always be incredibly difficult …