So the other day, traveling to the new house we're moving into since we've got guardianship of our niece and nephew now (the sister-in-law situation as seriously deteriorated and the kids have been unofficially and full-time with us since last May)... and on the way my wife asks about Monday's appointments (both doc and the over-seeing psychiatrist this month, so I got them back to back to spare two diff trips to the office).
"How long do you have to do this anyway? Seeing the doctor."
I reiterate that this is years, many many years, long therapy. Again telling her the average per several qualified sources (ISSTD, Sidran, etc) is 15+ years is common.
Her reply was painful in that it's not the first, second, or even third time she's expressed this EXACT feeling about this EXACT SAME TOPIC.
"Ugh, I have to put up with this that long?! When will you just be normal?!”
Normal?! She means "singleton" like... which we've NEVER been, and we NEVER will be. IDK how else to explain it to her... it's been nearly three years since we found out (April 23rd, 2018 first confrontation that "friends" were ME/us; May 22nd initial Dx of some sort of dissociative disorder; and Sept DID specifically Dx'd). THREE YEARS!
IDK, those words, that question, that almost exhausted/disgusted response... I don't know what to do anymore.