I always felt odd...out of place. alien.... then came voices and of course the psychiatrist only thought of schitzophrenia and I got a hella drug cocktail and ECT. I started having dreams where people were standing in line to meet me. They'd introduce themselves or just look at me . One little girl looked at my nail polish and was happy cause it was pink. Looking at journals through the years and I took all of them to T and told him of the dreams. I thought I was dying or going crazy. The lost time and the voices got his attention. I was referred for the DES scale test. I guess I "flunked" cause the psychologist who gave it said it was absurd how high my dissociation was and I must be faking all of it. Lucky my T knows me well and has seen evidence of alters or I wouldn't believe it either.
The only people who know are my husband, brother & sil (BIG mistake) and of course my T and p doc. I cannot trust anyone else not to hurt me.