I read definition that you put on there purps, and I really wish I had not lost my notebook...but, there was a part from some book that had been copied for me showing that there was not always another crazy ass personality that took over, but just a loss of memory when things got bad.
Maybe happenings were too traumatic or perhaps you see yourself doing things that no way would you in your right mind do.
Strange, even opening up about it, leads to so much lost. People do not often have to or want to deal with trauma. Hell especially not insurance companies. People that once were close fade because it is a lot to take (all the changes that go on when you face that demon) Hell, I know I dropped a million things off my plate, and truly, still it all feels like too much.
Heck even if you have it, they try to label it as something else so that you may get help. Not a lot of insurance companies will deal with DID.
And because of the wording, people we know don't want to deal with it either. They don't understand, call it a cop out, tell you to just freaking buck up and go through it. Silly really, Karma is a beeotch. I know because I got a huge case of it this year. For all the times I thought people were faking it and life could not possibly be as hard as they were all making it... (the ones I saw having difficulties)... well it can get that hard and it is real. Freaking dreams I thought were just dreams I called up my family member and asked about because they disturbed me so badly.....
Just to find out they were not dreams, but had happened.
Or waking up to the realization that you are attracted and attract people that can be the worst thing for you.
Or literally waking up with a memory/dream and the reaction is so violent within you that you know you did remember something and it was horrible.
It is not that I don't want to remember any of these things. IMO...remember it and lets just get it all better. Fix it. But it is never that easy. How do you fix what you cannot remember? So you work on they symptoms and the core of yourself and usually as was the case with me, you have to be completely broken down before you can even start to fix. If not, you are just surviving still.
Damn it, I want to flourish and not even think about the awkwardness.
Heck, even people taking you serious if they know you have it sucks. It is like they discredit a ton of what you say because you have this thing that you did not cause, but have to live with. Truly, I noticed people with things like this often observe things in a different manner. Not distorted, but just more observant. Now what they do with the information is dependent upon the person. Like I got hypersensitive to all sorts of things I saw happening and I can tell you the exact moment I became aware of when I let my ducks fly the coop. I went for help. Funny thing is, it is often situations like the ones that caused the disassociation to happen in the first place to trigger a state that that causes such reactions in you to come out. Then, of course you do go a bit mad for a bit. Pulling it all back into a workable state while still opening up and trying to fix it all is the hard part. It is easier to do as has always been done with myself...and that is to shove it all under.
I decided not to this time. Yeah I forget to address it, and I lose my list and such, but I keep things everywhere to make my self go through what I need to in order to heal. Not pushing myself, but awareness (of the problem) and the symptoms that come with it, seems to be the key for this stage of healing. That way I don't feel like such an odd person out when I read of people, tons of them going through the same thing. There in black and white. Things I never told anyone, and someone wrote it down and shared. They lived it also, and suddenly I am not so freaky. There is some help out there, and you find out what people around you are made of. What you are made of. Truly no matter how much I thought I liked myself before, I am learning to love me, and let others love me. And get rid of those that don't. Humbling. And scary as hell.