Tonight is the night I disclose to my daughter. My parts are pretty calm right now, with my most peaceful parts (Doe, Zoe and "25") pretty close to the surface. Right now I'm thinking my daughter is probably not going to react much at all, say maybe: "Okay." Something like that.

I did disclose to my sister and she wasn't surprised. She was very supportive. We talked about our past trauma (not giving details so as not to trigger anyone). She also dissociated at the time the events occurred, but does not have a dissociative disorder. She did mention several things that occurred in our shared history that I had absolutely no memory of, but they do explain one of my phobias (cleithrophobia=the fear of being trapped).

Anyhow, on the way here--I drove up here 500+ miles--just me and my team! Some stressful things happened which I will not mention because they may trigger me or others, but little Billy was freaking out. I pinched the webbing between my right thumb and pointer (which works as emergency grounding), so he did not seize executive control and we talked to him, comforted him. Finally, I think he took a nap, because I didn't feel him anymore, but we were still nervous till we got here.

I think I'm going to start dinner out with a nice strong drink and I hope my daughter does the same. I will let you know soon how it turns out!