I don't know if congrats is a word I would use in connection with the diagnosis of DID. It's an awful diagnosis, disrespected in much of the mental health treatment world, and you often have to fight to get some clinicians to take you seriously. Psychiatrists in particular are DID skeptics. There are mental health professionals that will describe you as Borderline Personality Disorder on steroids. The stigma associated with the diagnosis is tremendous. There are also over eager therapists who don't know what they are doing and can do tremendous damage in their zeal to treat an "exotic" disorder without any skills.

Having said the ugly truth, those of us who have or have had DID and integrated desperately need competent, experienced therapists and psychiatrists. They do exist. Certified trauma therapists tend to be the most competent group to work with DID. They are most likely to have good boundaries and not get romantic about the disorder (meaning they don't see themselves as your savior or your knight in shining armor sent to rescue you). Also they tend to refer to psychiatrists who while they may be skeptical about the diagnosis are willing to be open minded one patient at a time. If you can find a good treatment team, your chances of making real progress are huge.

When I was first diagnosed in 1990 DID was very fashionable. My therapist was convinced she was going to write a book about me and make a name for herself. She adopted me into her family. Took me on vacations. Invited me to extended family events, holidays, get-to-gathers, and weekend meals. She also decimated my system trying to make friends with each part ultimately creating internal competition for her affection and time. We lost cohesion. I became completely unable to function and had to be hospitalized for almost an entire year. I lost custody of my then 3 year old daughter. Slowly, over the decades I was able to recreate a functioning system again. It took a very strict trauma therapist to do it. It also took a psychiatrist who was willing to suspend his skepticism, take a look at my documented trauma history, my documented family history, and his own observations over a considerable period of time. He became my lifeline. I'm integrated now, but I lost decades of my life because of incompetent treatment.

If my life's experience living with and being treated for DID teaches anything it's that your treatment team is crucial to recovery. Incompetent treatment can ruin you. Good treatment can heal. Be picky. If something in the treatment relationship doesn't feel right, don't just accept it.