Hello... I've been on here about a month now. I haven't introduced myself very well yet. My name is Bella... and I'm not sure if I have DID yet. (Be careful reading past this point... I hate to hurt somebody...) I've had a stressed childhood, but only emotional abuse. My parents always tried to act young, which wasn't something Iiked. I was prasied by my maturity... mostly because I feared dissapointment. I never met any kids my age (only one person younger than ten.) before I went to school. I was allergic to kids for a while. I never fit in well.
Years passed. When ever I got in trouble or something, I would normally cry. It sounds stupid, but I wasn't used to failure. Then my parents had... issues... and some threatened abanndonment. My only friend that hadn't betrayed me (All my friends called me names or cussed me out behind my back.) wouldn't talk to me because I still liked her boyfriend... she wasn't trying to hurt me but she soon stopped inviting me to everything afterwards. Now I basically sit at home alone, dispite being a young teen. Now, to what has happened mentally. So sorry if this is taking to long...
Well it was only three months ago that I really noticed anything. I had a intense vision of a foggy white place. It was where I met two of my "alters", which is what I'll call them for simplicity. We eventually broke down the wall and I met some more a while later. I know more surface at different times. We have some older than twice my age.
We don't switch. However, I have three that help (Or not,) with what I say. Two consult with me mostly on what they say, when the most problematic one does what she wants. I normally forget a bit of time around when they do something strange, but one of my closer alts will show me what the other said. I forget things often. Once I was getting a soda when I realized I done it twice already less than five mintues ago. I've been having some weird dreams relating to our real life problems.
I've been keeping a journal since it began. Unfortunately, I decided that, "Oh, my friends will accept this fine!"...so now I get made fun of for it. Then one of my well meaning alters (Very close, always tries to help.) wanted me to tell my parents. They told me that bullying would pass... but that wasn't what I wanted. I was about to tell them about the journal, but I decided not to. I'm glad, because it surely would've been taken. I wanted to see a therapist to meet my "alters", but it's not gonna happen until I can get some money and drive.
If you read this, thanks so much. I know you can't make a professional diagnosis, but does it sound like it? Or should I start reading about something else?