I think I thought everyone was like me. That they would feel separate from their body. Or have voices in their head most of the time. I figured my childhood was so uneventful that that is why I didn't remember it or there were huge holes in my memory. I have this thing about being called a "liar". It infuriates me. I hated it when people would tell me I had done something and I knew I had not done it...so someone was lying. Then there were people that swore they knew me and I did not know them.

I started going to a therapist for depression and anorexia. I had a fit when he misspelled my name. We continued to work on the depression and eating disorder stuff, but he evidentually sent me to another therapist to be tested for DID. I scored very high. He told me that he had suspected I was DID early on but it took a couple years of working with him before he would make a diagnosis. Actually he was waiting for me to be ready to hear the diagnosis. I was scared.

It is places like this that make me feel not so alone.

Cyan