I am a csa survivor and dissociative. I read here and on other DID forums and identify so much with all of it. But I don't really think I have DID, maybe DDNOS? It is so confusing. I have been with this t for a two years and recently she has been using language of "parts." I am working in a workbook "Coping with Trauma Related Dissociation" and it is really good. It has given me some courage to think and talk a little about my sense of myself as fragmented. Then, i think I had a reaction against this and am filled with self ridicule to think I have parts and even if my childhood was all that bad. I said something like that to t recently when she asked me, after I was talking about changing and confusing feelings, if they were from different parts. I said, oh, I think I am just running away with my imagination about that... She replied, somewhat emphatically, no, no I wasn't, everybody has parts, feels different ways, just that for some the parts are more divided, compartmentalized.... I think once she said for some they take on a life of their own. She seems to see everyone on a sort of continuum. I am not sure if she was just trying to make me feel more normal?
I feel like I have been dealing with this stuff forever and I feel stuck. I don't have any real clear memories of sa (lots of body sensations, nightmares, symptoms, etc.) but my sister has some that are clearer. About 20 years ago it is as if all the sa stuff bubbled up to the top and I was in therapy for a few years and had ts talk to me about dissociation, maybe even in a support group for sa or dissociation? i don't remember it, but there are notes in my journal: goal-dissociate less. ha, ha Then it is as if i shut it all down and only the functional part of me continued on and built career and had kids etc. After my mother died, 2 years ago, I fell apart a bit and here I am again. At the beginning, it feels like.
I wonder if how I experience myself is like normal person or more dissociative? I don't think of these parts as separate people, but more like separate tracks or lenses. I feel like there is always an observer me watching in the background. When I was little it was like a narrator, kind of comforting. My t keeps telling me i need to believe myself, accept my feelings/parts/perspectives are valid. Valid how? And what to do with them?
True Feelings(parts???) that I am trying to accept:
Young feelings:
little, longing for comfort (desperately wants t or mommy)
scared frozen waiting
numb and disappeared anesthetized
Constant Intrusive Voice (feeling? distrust?):
sneering, distrustful, skeptical-you are an embarrassment, do not get your hopes up, that is stupid, no one is going to take care of you, no one cares for you, people will like you if you are useful (pay them, take care of them, do work for them) and don’t bother and annoy them, that is the real fact, like it or not, there is no evidence whatsoever to the contrary, call me a b***h if you want to, but I am the only one looking after us
Main Me Feelings:
moderator - it’s okay, I am going to stay in the driver’s seat, I’ll moderate all emotions, allow some, filter others, let the numbing part take over as needed, the main thing is to stay in complete control of self, the environment is easily manipulated, I can keep us safe and sound, keeping fingers on the mute button, favoring Intellectual and Spiritual me’s, in close consultation from mean voice
Intellectual- The world is a fascinating place and people are complex and interesting as well. Most people mean well and are just limited. No need for meanness or neediness. Everything can be analyzed and figured out.
Spiritual/mother- we are all connected, others need love and care and compassion, no one means to be mean, everyone is good at heart, no one can hurt me, i care for everyone. Positive and optimistic. Sees good in everyone. Looks for silver lining. Everyone likes this me best.
I think t wants me to validate little feelings and comfort them myself. I don't think she quite understands how one cancels the other out. The nurturing part of me really doesn't feel feelings very much. When I try to hear little part while in adult part it is like holding a crying whining toddler and just wanting to strangle it. I don't feel compassion at all.
I am sorry if this just sounds crazy and doesn't belong here. Thank you for letting me get it out.