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Hello Again.

When I was in therapy, as a survivor of trauma and workign through DID, I came to write my own theory of what was going on with me. I would like to share this with you. Take or leave whatever is useful/not useful accordingly. .

I never know from reading posts on this site what brought a particular DID person into therapy. It would seem to me that what happened to bring a person into therapy is also key to how therapy progresses as far as DID goes. There has to be some central facet or driving force that wants to get this fixed.

I came to beleive that when one part of a person couldnt stand anymore what was happening to her that part would show up at a doc's office. In trouble, but not really understadning what was going on with her. Over time more and more would ebcome clear as the original patient came to react to her envrionment and other parts would present themselves.

When I was in therapy actively trying to figure out where my life had gone there were also a few things I used as tools.

First off, I think in pictures and my memory is held in pictures, snapshots of the moment. Also, I dont know how common this is, but I am able to go back into these snapshots and walk around in the time and place framed by the snapshot memory.

Missing so many years left me feeling disconnected to what should ahve been my own life. I went back to my parents house and went through photo albums looking for clues to where I was and what was going on with me during the times for whcih I had no memory. (years were missing) Photos sometimes provided me with connections. These photos would trigger associated feelings and memories connected to the photo. In time I could go abck to the photo and go back into the moment and expereince what it was that was so difficult so traumatic for me in the first place. Piece by peice I was able to do this.

I also found myself 'looking for things that were mine' in vintage clothese and shoes and such. A lot of years were gone and when I found a perfume I recognised an association brought time back with it, for example. There were also perfumes my mother wore that conencted me right abck into feelings and these feelings were very bad and terrible and were also associated with expereinces I had shunted away from my present awareness.

I guess when I read your posts they make more sense to me than some others because what you describe is more familiar to me. It seems to be DID as I knew it and hopefully, some of the same tools I used might work for you.

There is a quote I read by a psychiatriac neurologist Antonio de Silva I think is his name. It explains to me how DID is real in a very elemental way. The quote is about memory and how our memory makes us who we are, how all our expereinces shape us and end up defining us.

When I read that I realzied its significance in understadning DID. Without memory, in the absence of being able to remember our own expereinces we cant grow into ourselves. when expreince and memory and personal hisotry is held behind separate sets of eyes through which the DID person is aware of and sees the world, there is an inability to live life integrated in one sense of self.

The alters/functions/ others of DID each have theri own expereinces and memory and personal history. while DID has saved the traumatized child at its center it has kept us from growing up and into our one self. Bringing all of this out into the light of acceptance and understanding is the work of therapy. Accepting as our own, in therapy and over time, the expereinces and feelings of our other functions( at the point of their original creation in reaction to a terrible trauma) is the key to having one self and one sense of awareness of self.

I never know from reading posts on this site what brought a particular DID person into therapy. It would seem to me that what happened to bring a person into therapy is also key to how therapy progresses as far as DID goes. There has to be some central facet or driving force that wants to get this fixed.

There is a driving force that comes sometimes. That was definitely what started me down this road. There was a situation with my husband that happened, and going back and looking at it now, I can actually see myself split in that moment. One minute I was looking at him, hearing him yelling and then it was like a vacuum…

I came to beleive that when one part of a person couldnt stand anymore what was happening to her that part would show up at a doc's office. In trouble, but not really understadning what was going on with her. Over time more and more would ebcome clear as the original patient came to react to her envrionment and other parts would present themselves.

This sounds like the process that I am going through now.


When I was in therapy actively trying to figure out where my life had gone there were also a few things I used as tools. First off, I think in pictures and my memory is held in pictures, snapshots of the moment. Also, I dont know how common this is, but I am able to go back into these snapshots and walk around in the time and place framed by the snapshot memory.

I also think and see in pictures. The memories come back in pictures and fragmented bits and pieces of images. It’s like talking on a cell phone with bad reception. I am not able to go back and be present in those times. I can see them as an observer. I believe there is a part of me that is afraid of that possibility. That’s kind of where I am right now too. There was a thread last week talking about how good it felt to hear that their therapist said, “I believe you.” I am not sure if my counselor has actually said those words, but I feel that he does. There doesn’t seem to be a question there. The question is coming from inside me. A part of me is asking, “Do you believe me?” It’s a very uncomfortable place. I want to reassure that part of me that I truly do believe, but the undercurrent is there.

Missing so many years left me feeling disconnected to what should ahve been my own life. I went back to my parents house and went through photo albums looking for clues to where I was and what was going on with me during the times for whcih I had no memory. (years were missing) Photos sometimes provided me with connections. These photos would trigger associated feelings and memories connected to the photo. In time I could go abck to the photo and go back into the moment and expereince what it was that was so difficult so traumatic for me in the first place. Piece by peice I was able to do this.

I’ve looked at some pictures, but there is only a melancholy sadness to all of them. Maybe that will come in time.

I also found myself 'looking for things that were mine' in vintage clothese and shoes and such. A lot of years were gone and when I found a perfume I recognised an association brought time back with it, for example. There were also perfumes my mother wore that conencted me right abck into feelings and these feelings were very bad and terrible and were also associated with expereinces I had shunted away from my present awareness.

Smells have had that effect on me also. The smell of cotton candy takes me back to a bad memory of my dad at the fair. We have a camp house in the country, and as a child we would go there every weekend to get away from the city. There aren’t pleasant memories connected with that. There was no electricity and the lighting was kerosene lights. That kerosene smell now, confuses my thinking and makes me feel sick.

I guess when I read your posts they make more sense to me than some others because what you describe is more familiar to me. It seems to be DID as I knew it and hopefully, some of the same tools I used might work for you.

What you have shared sounds very familiar to me also. I am not diagnosed with DID. When I started meeting with my counselor, it was for general anxiety. As we have talked and discovered the other “parts” of me and how they deal with different situations, dissociation is clear. There is a continuum. As I learn about myself, I guess that will show it’s self too.

There is a quote I read by a psychiatriac neurologist Antonio de Silva I think is his name. It explains to me how DID is real in a very elemental way. The quote is about memory and how our memory makes us who we are, how all our expereinces shape us and end up defining us.
When I read that I realzied its significance in understadning DID. Without memory, in the absence of being able to remember our own expereinces we cant grow into ourselves. when expreince and memory and personal hisotry is held behind separate sets of eyes through which the DID person is aware of and sees the world, there is an inability to live life integrated in one sense of self.

This is very true!! Very thought provoking.

The alters/functions/ others of DID each have theri own expereinces and memory and personal history. while DID has saved the traumatized child at its center it has kept us from growing up and into our one self. Bringing all of this out into the light of acceptance and understanding is the work of therapy. Accepting as our own, in therapy and over time, the expereinces and feelings of our other functions( at the point of their original creation in reaction to a terrible trauma) is the key to having one self and one sense of awareness of self.

There has been such healing and acceptance for me, in the memories that have been brought out, opened up and acknowledged. Sometimes I feel that is all they need. The need to be known, seen and heard. I’m not understanding the fear inside of me, of really seeing the truth. The fragments put together into the memory. It feels like the fear of knowing the truth would change who I am – who I thought I was. It’s a feeling like it would shatter something inside of me.
I do know that it feels like they demand to be heard, and the fight to not listen and see them is wearing , If that makes sense.