Dear Fellow Survivor,

May I share with you that you have a very wise Therapist. I am so glad there are some out there whose end all aim is to understand the separate parts rather than just throw them all together in a lump called intregation.
The Doctor and trauma specialist who diagnosed my D.I.D. and PTSD really stressed the importance of not rushing into so-called intregration of the parts. He said that one can live together in unity with all their split parts if each one is acknowledged, accepted and the pain they hold is validated. With this done it is possible to address whatever they took on in order to preserve the life of the core person - me/you.
Although I have over 700 alternate personalities from ages 3 to 36, ninety-eight percent of them have been addressed and found personal healing for all the pain, filth and horrors they held on my behalf. I have truly been blessed with extensive healing, peace and unity within this inner family of D.I.D. There has never been any intregation of parts outside of resolving their personal issues/pain and joining me in living. They have been freed from the horrific past they carried, Praise be to God!

I hope this can in some way help and encourage you in your healing journey. How I would love to hear from you again. Always be assured there is hope. Give your T a chance to know and understand your individual parts, as there are many who would not care that much. I allowed my parts to journal when they came up or were triggered, and in this way my doctor/therapist learned to know my inner parts.
May God richly bless you on your healing journey. The following D.I.D. poem is for you.

DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER

The Lord, Creator of mankind, has fully planned, designed the mind:
Techniques He gave – life to advance- dissociation gives a chance.
So often it’s misunderstood, thought of as “evil,” never “good;”
When misdiagnosed and treated wrong, then shattered lives can’t sing hope’s song.

When trauma’s vice becomes one’s fate, or when abuse will dominate,
A victim’s mind may helpless rend and split, as life it will defend.
As lightening rends the blackened sky, which helpless hangs midst storms so nigh:
Just so, the mind in anguished plight may split, as death it seeks to fight!

When perpetrators hurl with force abusive anguish vile and coarse,
Upon their victims, trapped and bound, without a friend or soul around:
There’s just so much the mind can take when life and sanity’s at stake-
The mind then sets survival stance before pained death is full advanced.

The mind then tears, beyond control, it’s physio-emotional-
A new identity sets up, who stores that pain in memory’s cup.
The host may oft be unaware of what each part in anguish shares;
Each day is filled with loss so grim and all the future’s hope is dim:

Because days, hours, months and weeks are oft unknown, so dark and bleak,
As vivid time loss overrules these pained survivors in shame’s pool;
Past, present, future’s just a haze of dim reality and maze,
Black hopelessness looms ever near: for few do know the anguish here.

Dissociation’s a device God gave the mind, though high its price,
But it allows one to survive- though great its pain, keeps them alive;
Dissociation is a route God gave the mind, there is no doubt,
To use midst trauma’s tragedy- escaping death – now life’s for me!

KH. RoseofSharon