Hey everybody,
Did the scariest thing of my entire life today and told my T about what I'm experiencing re:dissociating and identity, Jen and Echo, et cetera.
It went... well, actually. It was genuinely the hardest thing I've ever come even passingly close to talking about in therapy and he was very balanced and curious and didn't invalidate me as I'm afraid he would do. I am now, of course, cripplingly terrified that he internally believes I'm making $#%^ up for attention but it's so calming to know I've finally accepted that, acknowledged that in a more substantial way.
Em's freaking out. More than she wants to admit. But she did the thing and it wasn't a train wreck so it's all good. Sort of. Jen.