Hello, this is whoami. My doctors feel that integration is not something that I should think about now. I am having a problem (according to the Trauma Team), that I cannot accept that I have DID. I insist that I'm, fine, it's just that I have some down mood sometimes.
As far as the 'bad alters', since they want me 'under the ground where my father, unlcle, brother, and espacially where my 4 year old sister is', I feel that since that are all trying to kil me, they are bad spirits and I want a priest to come and get rid of them.
The doctors keep telling me that these are not bad spirits, but parts of me, that are very dangerous and want to end my life.
They have never brought me a Catholic Priest while I have been in hospital. And I think it's because they are afraid to. And of course, I am very afriad. But the terror of never knowing what these alters are going to do to me when I dissociate is a greater fear for me.
And then there's the times when I take my night medication, I am now in the habit of taking just a 'few more' sleeping aids because I have amnesia and find I am staying up for days at a time, without eating or taking care of myself. I see my trauma Physichiatrist once a week, and my clinical nurse once a week. When I see me Doctor, there have been many times where I have pieces of glass, or a lot of medication on me. Most worst alter is called The Gravedigger and he cannot stand the doctor. of couse the doctor knows when this alter comes out (I am completely unaware of these parts of my sessions). This alter will start to cut me in front of the doctor or just swallow a bunch of pills. The I will switch to a little girl and ask the doctor to take me for a walk down to the lake, (the hospital is quite beautiful and has a lake view from every room. He always asks me, "Mary, why do you want to go down to the lake?" And I say because I like it there, it makes me feel calm, and I want you to take me there so I feel safe. He thinks I want to walk into the lake and keep walking. So he never takes me there. Then the Grave Digger will get very angy and try to cut my wrists. The doctor, of course is much stroner than me, so he always manages to get the glass or medication off of me. Then he says the session is over, and I may leave. As I am walking out of the doctor's unit, he will always end up standing in front of me, wont' let me leave and admits me to hospital.
My depression is very serious right now because I am beginning to take small overdoses a little at time at bedtime. And I know one of these days I will take just a little too much.
My doctor is an excellent trauma specialist, and soon I know he will admit me again. The problem is I am so depressed, I don't want to be there, and I miss my grandchildren and the rest of my family.
The doctor tells me that I must accept that these alters are all part of Mary, and if Mary dies, so will they. I don't beliieve that the bad ones will die. To me they are bad sprits from the devil who are inside my soul to destroy me. And when they do they will just move on to another body.
I don't think my trauma team believes that some of their patients should aim for integration as part of there healing. I think they just want to get me to a point where I am safe, and I can handle the different parts.
Thanks for listening.
msqtpie54