The title says it all. It was...awkward, to say the least. He (and others) kept saying how weird DID was, how complicated and strange...I'm glad they didn't say anything worse, but after he finished I heard one girl commenting that "it doesn't exist" in a really derogatory tone. I don't like her anyway, but it still sucked to hear people agreeing with her. I can't believe people still think that! And I made a couple comments that I probably shouldn't have, correcting people ("Sybil had 16 alters, not 15", "It's Dissociative Identity Disorder now, not MPD"), but I can't really help it. It's a compulsion to correct people when they're assuming wrong. I do the same thing when someone's talking about addiction, depression, BPD, etc. Anyway...rough start to the day, eh?

Feel free to add your own stories; in my case nobody knows I'm DID, so it was strange to be on the "outside looking in", per se. It was like they were talking about me without knowing it...