Hi K! I don't have DID, but I have a long history of sexual abuse and a mother who didn't believe me when I tried to tell her about it. Because of that I have found that it's often times VERY difficult for me to believe myself. I don't even trust myself to tell the truth about the price of items at the grocery store. I know I'm not lying, but I feel like everyone else thinks I'm lying about everything, including insignificant things. Because of that I have a tendency to second-guess myself all the time about everything. I am learning, slowly but surely, that what happened to me was very real. Both through my own actual memories and through the stories of other people. I'm learning to trust myself. It sounded to me from your message as though you may be going through something similar. You sounded somewhat unsure of yourself. I too have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and treated with Lithium, but I knew the diagnosis wasn't right. I finally went of the meds and found a wonderful psychologist who saw me on an almost constant basis. He eventually diagnosed me with OCD, and that is an incredibly accurate diagnosis. I guess what I'm trying to say is-don't accept the diagnosis just because this one person thinks it fits you. If you're unsure about this then try to get a second opinion. If you feel like this person is trying to pigeon-hole you into a certain disorder and can only see you through that one lens, then get another doctor. The trouble with abuse is that, especially when we are abused as children, we are so influenced by our abusers that in order to tolerate the abuse we fail to distinguish fantasy from reality. What I mean is that we live two lives-one as that of an abused child, the other as a regular person. Sorting it all out as an adult is no small task because then we are required to distinguish what really happened from the life we thought we led. Fore example, I was raped for years by my mother's boyfriend and she chose him over me. I knew I was being raped, but so many people believed my mother and her boyfriend were the most wonderful people to walk the planet. They did everything for everyone, but walked all over me. Eventually I started doubting myself and believing everyone else. I thought I was crazy because I was the only one who saw this other side of them. As an adult, I try to seperate being raped from the "fabulous" people that everyone else thought they knew and it's very hard. Because I am unsure of my stories doesn't necessarily mean that I have a personality disorder, it just means that even though I am a fully functioning adult part of me is still an unsure kid who thinks everyone thinks I'm lying all the time. Now, I'm no psychologist, so please don't take my advice over a proffessional's advice, but maybe a second opinion would help you determine whether or not DID is something you face. I hope this helps you at least a little.