im dutch, and her in the Netherlands there are not many T who have dealed with DID.
So i went true a wholle battle of believing that the others are real, and that im not insane.
It took me a while. But i was finaly believing them, and so believing myself.
Then i went to get a job and the guy from the goverment told me i should first do a reintergration program, before
i could get a job as i didnt work for a few years. (got married, pregnant, mother, now ending up in devorce, need to work again)
so he sended me to this special office. I have to go there 4 days a week, and learn.
Its a special program for people under 27, who have emotional problems ect.
When i came there, i told them that i think i have DID. Its not tested yet, and so yeah, i didnt wanned to go ahead of them.
My social worker there, seemed to be a bit surprised by me saying i have DID.
She wanned to wait with T until i moved out of the house where i live with my ex to be.
But then i woke up in an other house, (my baby was at my dads thank God!!)
and my friend (who has DID) told me that i told her, my name was emma and i was 8 years old.
It was at the first day i had to go to ''school'' (reintergration)
so i went there and told my SW (social worker) what happend.
She made a appointment for me with a T the next day.
I went there told my story. (or well, just a very tiny bit of it)
she asked a lot of questions. Then she said she would like to discuss my casus with some
T who where formiliar with DID.
I agreed.
When i came back the week after, she seemed not really believing me anymore.
she was sceptic and asking me other questions.
Some i couldnt answer.
Then she said she would see me again next week.
We went outside and my SW asked me to get some bread at the store.
I left the building and as soon i was outside 1 of me was so angry
and the other very disapointed and depressed.
Cause they didnt felt like they were being taken serious.
we walked to the store and calmed down, and then we went back to school.
i tried to stay as calm as possible. but it was pretty hard.
i was happy when i could go home, and everyone was crying, yelling and well ect...
there are only about 3 t i know in the Nehterlands who know what they are talking about regarding DID.
But they are at the other side of the country and i would have to pay them myself.
its not a real option, but just dreaming of someane who understands us and taking us serious...
pff, that would be great.
my real problem with my T right now is that she is continually telling me, not to be to busy with
''the others'' and my past. and that what was in the past should stay in the past.
While i would like to work on the trauma's...
I dont know what to do right now...
it makes me scared.
Im sorry for the long story.
And for the bad english, after all im a dutchy
greetings,
Musje
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