After one good therapist, who left the state, I did what I thought was thorough investigatings of 3 on a list that T had given me. I am DID. Decided to be up front about it & inquire about their experience & philosophy dealing with the dx. One sounded so experienced. To quote her 5 years experience. We agreed to give it a six session trial. After the second session the police showed up at my door. They said they needed to take me to the hospital as my T was concerned about my welfare. I couldn't imagine why. I was working full time, was want the T herself had termed 'high functioning'. The officers talked to me for 2 hours. One had a close friend who was an abuse survivor & he actually explained some of what I was beginning to experience. They left. At 4 in the morning they returned & said the T was "raising hell" that they didn't take me in. So they had been ordered to drive me to the hospital 45 minutes away, wait for me to be evaluated by the psychiatrist. If he said hospitalization wasn't necessary, they would drive me home. Didn't seem I had much of a choice. But guess what? There is no Psychiatrist on duty at 4 in the morning. He wouldn't be in for 5 hours! So they wanted me to sign myself in. I said no I had a business to run. Poor officer called his boss to see if he was to sit there for 5 hours or take me home. We waited for 2 hours for a decision to be made. He took me home. After work the next day, I called the psychiatrist's office, found she had a late cancellation & went in. As I walked into the lobby, I heard two receptionists talking in the break room about how the P was so excited cuz she had her first real DID patient. And how important it was to show those people who was the boss by letting them know she had the power to confine them whenever she wanted. I drew the receptionists attention & told her to cancel all my appointments. Didn't return to therapy for years. Met a male nurse who worked at a private adult psy hospital & we became good friends at a bridge club. Months later I did the I have a friend thing & gave him a name. He laughed then seriously lowered his voice... this P frequently checked herself into the VIP 'safe room' on Friday night at his hospital. Then be checked out to do rounds Monday mornings. I thought that was ridiculous. That he was joking. But one Monday I waited to meet my friend to take him to pick up his care at repair. He invited me to come up for a cup of coffee as he was waiting for a dr. to release a patient. There was the P sitting in the 'safe room'. I really wish there was some organization AMA perhaps where we could review the experience of Psychiatrists. I know there still has to be that chemistry but experience & education is just as important IMHO.