by GKOKD » Thu Feb 28, 2019 3:26 am
I just can't make sense of it. I had a decent family (aside from my sister). I was safe. I was well provided for. I had a good relationship with my parents before the age of twelve. I just don't know how her sick, twisted fantasies can fit into my life. I was always a cry baby and afraid of a lot of stuff, but nobody actually hurt me. I just remember lying in bed at night - safe in bed - and her making up ugly, disgusting fantasies about being hurt by people in ways that good little kids wouldn't think about. But nothing ever happened. We were safe.
I had therapy today and my T wants me to accept her and believe that she is telling about something real, but it's not real. I can't make it real to me! And I can't own a part of me that would make up such vile, nasty stuff. How could I do that? I got so tired and confused that I told her that it's all a lie. I don't have DID. I just made it all up for attention. So she started pointing out signs and symptoms and I was just so tired, I said, "I quit. I want to go to sleep." It was near the end so she let me go (after contracting for safety, etc.). She wanted me to come back again this week, but she's got no openings on Friday, and I don't want to go through this again tomorrow, so she left it that she'll call me if she gets an opening on Friday.
I'm sorry. I probably sound cruel and heartless toward this Little K, but I'm so confused! I don't know what to believe anymore. I feel like if I start to believe what everyone else seems to want me to believe then everything else that I've ever believed, or known, or depended on ceases to exist and I'm drowning in nothingness.
KK
body is 48 yr old mother of 2 adopted teens
KK - 17 yr old f
2T - 2 yr old f nonverbal
"Little K" 3 yr old f
Christian - "The Rulemaker" - adult m
Seven - Young adult m
Kat - 7 yr old f
Major Depression, Anorexia, Anx Disorder, DID (or maybe OSDD), PTSD
Gracie - Greyhound Service Dog