Our hosty person back then always knew she was 'broken' as in life just didn't work, but she didn't really have an insight into what was wrong, she didn't really even recognize that her experience was fragmented. She just knew she was broken and she didn't know how to make life work. Like, at all.
And we always knew that as soon as we were able to we would get ourselves back to therapy, which we had as a child in the foster care system but it was then taken away when we were returned to the family.
So it wasn't until therapy as an adult when the therapist told her about us that our hosty person became aware of the dissociative splits. And then it all made a lot of sense. It fit the experience.