It has been some time since I tried this tack, but I'm not sure that anyone with DID hasn't tried it at least once. My current and previous therapist probably have had as much to do with me not trying again as anyone. My previous therapist, and the psychologist he worked with, were two of these folks who don't believe in DID. They told me that my alter was a delusion (they knew of one only). I immediately went from 'peace, love and happiness' to oscillating between suicidal and homicidal. I fired them both, found another therapist and pretty much just threw myself at her mercy. I stepped into her office, and emotionally puked...when I came up for air she said, "I believe you."
She went on, "You either have DID or you do not and have a need to believe that you are DID right now. I've never actually met anyone in the second category, but that would indicate a real problem now wouldn't it? It's makes much more sense to me that you have it."
I love them, they love me. We have become 'Team Us'. Didn't start that way, but it's become this way. The way I see it, seriously, worse case scenario, I'm making this all up - it's imagination and nothing else. So what, there's more love in the world than there otherwise would be. My therapist is against integration because, as she puts it, we have become more than the sum of our parts. I'm good with that.
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My gummy-bear died. My unicorn ran away. My imaginary friend got kidnapped. The voices in my head aren't talking to me. Oh no, I'm going sane!
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