Back in 1994 or 1995, I took my Mom to a woman who was a specialist in female trauma. This woman had worked with abused females, both young and old, for over twenty years. When I first talked to the woman on the phone, I told her that I wanted her to tell my Mother that she was not schizophrenic. Mom had been misdiagnosed as schizophrenic when I was about twelve. So I took Mom to her for about three days and the woman finally told Mom she was not schizophrenic but very likely dissociative given her childhood traumas.

But when I first talked with this woman, she must have thought I was trying to get evidence to sue my Mother or something for her abuse of me. It was things that she said to me on the phone. I let her know that I was only trying to give Mom some closure on that diagnosis.

I never needed to know everything. I only wanted treatment so that my mental illness did not interfere in my career or my personal relationships. All it would have taken was for a mental health professional to support me with my significant others and employers. I needed the mental health professionals to explain to people in my life that I had been traumatized during my toddler years and explain the long term consequences of that trauma. Since 1992, I have never even gotten a mental health professional to talk to me about dissociative disorders. I now believe that this issue with the mental health professionals is about corruption and not incompetence.