I suspected I might be DID for about three years. I went to a therapist and did not tell them this because I wasn't sure and part of me didn't want to know. I was treated for anxiety. I saw another therapist and again didn't tell them what I suspected. This therapist wanted to treat me for anxiety and depression. We didn't agree on much so I stopped going. Soon after I sought out another therapist only this time I chose one who had experience with treating DID. I did not tell her what I thought but as the sessions went on it became apparent to me and eventually my therapist suggested that I might be DID or DDNOS. I am presently diagnosed as DID. At first accepting this was unnerving to me. Even though I suspected as much. But now, two years after the diagnosis, I am glade I know why I do what I do. It also let me know that I am not nuts, just struggling with trauma suffered when I was little. I know if I continue with therapy I will get to a place where I am comfortable with being me. That is really all I want. Don't get too focused on what they call it. Just know that knowing why you do what you do will give you hope.