..or advice.. or something.
I guess some background is in order.
I had a rough childhood.
Well - that's my usual glossed-over version. Physical, emotional, sexual -- it was ugly.
I put it all behind me. I got out at 18. Changed states, married a good man, have two grown children and a successful career.
And 7 years ago, tumbled. Tumbled way down a dark well of depression that I couldn't escape from, so I entered therapy. Found my way (after a couple months) to a trauma therapist, and she was amazing. Really good at helping me set boundaries and start picking myself up.
But it got to a point where she said ethically she thought she should refer me on -- she'd keep seeing me if I wanted, but she thought it was in my best interests to change therapists, and so I did two years ago.
Then he suggested adding in EMDR as an adjunct method because if I "checked out" of the room for certain topics he couldn't really help me with talk therapy alone, and some types of trauma require talk and some other kind of therapy whether it's EMDR or sensorimotor therapy.
So I did. And I see her every other week.
A long time ago I was on another set of forums which has kind of withered over time, but one thing was for sure... I was not anything like the conversations I saw where people talked about parts and had different names and identities and ages, etc.
I'm always just "me" -- now I would tell you I have different "moods" -- and those moods come with different typing styles, sure, and probably thought patterns... but it's still me; I don't lose time, etc.
Still.. I'm coming to realize there is... something.
Some set of voices, or distinct presences, and I feel like I'm going crazy.
Going backwards.
But maybe they've always been there, I just didn't have the kind of access I do now, especially with EMDR.
Or it's completely imagination run amuck.
How can you tell?
I still don't lose time. If a topic is hard I might check out a little, but I'm aware of checking out and still kind of hold onto things in a foggy, dreamy kind of way.
So dissociation, yeah, there's some.
But DID? No. Not really.
But parts? Ugh, maybe, sort of, yes.
And what does that mean?
And how on earth does anyone navigate the confusion?
I guess some background is in order.
I had a rough childhood.
Well - that's my usual glossed-over version. Physical, emotional, sexual -- it was ugly.
I put it all behind me. I got out at 18. Changed states, married a good man, have two grown children and a successful career.
And 7 years ago, tumbled. Tumbled way down a dark well of depression that I couldn't escape from, so I entered therapy. Found my way (after a couple months) to a trauma therapist, and she was amazing. Really good at helping me set boundaries and start picking myself up.
But it got to a point where she said ethically she thought she should refer me on -- she'd keep seeing me if I wanted, but she thought it was in my best interests to change therapists, and so I did two years ago.
Then he suggested adding in EMDR as an adjunct method because if I "checked out" of the room for certain topics he couldn't really help me with talk therapy alone, and some types of trauma require talk and some other kind of therapy whether it's EMDR or sensorimotor therapy.
So I did. And I see her every other week.
A long time ago I was on another set of forums which has kind of withered over time, but one thing was for sure... I was not anything like the conversations I saw where people talked about parts and had different names and identities and ages, etc.
I'm always just "me" -- now I would tell you I have different "moods" -- and those moods come with different typing styles, sure, and probably thought patterns... but it's still me; I don't lose time, etc.
Still.. I'm coming to realize there is... something.
Some set of voices, or distinct presences, and I feel like I'm going crazy.
Going backwards.
But maybe they've always been there, I just didn't have the kind of access I do now, especially with EMDR.
Or it's completely imagination run amuck.
How can you tell?
I still don't lose time. If a topic is hard I might check out a little, but I'm aware of checking out and still kind of hold onto things in a foggy, dreamy kind of way.
So dissociation, yeah, there's some.
But DID? No. Not really.
But parts? Ugh, maybe, sort of, yes.
And what does that mean?
And how on earth does anyone navigate the confusion?