Part 2 from yesterday’s post about growing up with DID.
After finishing high school early I joined the Navy directly after my 17th birthday and I mentally skipped through most of boot camp, but I’m told I did well. By this time, I thought the memory loss was weird but it worked to my advantage, so I just kept it to myself. After I joined the fleet, I was either not myself or I was confused depressed. Working 16-20 hour shifts I was not myself more than myself so I didn’t understand most of what was happening around me or even who people were because I didn’t get a chance to know them. If people asked me about myself I didn’t know what to tell them. I didn’t know what hobbies or interests I had. Life had become so stretched that I forgot what I had been like before. Life was a long stretch of fog with no real direction. I kept a list of the most generic interests possible ready to go to make me look less strange when asked. I tried to focus on music a lot just to have something to ground me and it helped some and satisfied people’s curiosity. During this time people commented to me that I was a lot different during work than after hours. I was told I was more fun at work. I told them work just made me too tired for fun. Truthfully, I thought the constant brain fog I felt was caused by being tired from work coupled with my depression and I avoided seeing a therapist at fear of being discharged. This went on for the 2 or so years I stayed in, worst during deployments, but it happened most all the time.
A couple of years into my Navy career I had an accident while on leave that resulted in a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). I was immediately discharged from the Military and it took months of physical rehabilitation before I could leave the hospital. I had to heal enough to fully breathe normally again. I had to get glasses because my 20/10 vision was ruined. I had to relearn walking, practice speaking, reading, eating and everything else again. It’s still an ongoing process, but intense rehab helped to get me on track at that time.
When I was well enough near the end of my rehabilitation, they started me on intense psychotherapy to help sort out my thoughts and control depression related to the TBI. I absolutely did not feel like a counselor coming into my room asking me all kinds of questions that I didn’t remember the answers to. It was the worst part of my day every time. It became a major point of stress and frustration to the point that Cid began taking the appointments for me. After a few appointments he grew frustrated with the questions as well and stopped pretending to be me. At that point I was tested for disorders such as Schizophrenia, but after looking back at my medical history they determined the symptoms most closely matched DID. They determined the DID was not caused by the TBI because he had so much information about my life as a child, a lot more than I can even remember now. That coupled with the symptoms reported throughout the years proves it was not a new phenomenon, just a well hidden one. However, the counselor thinks the TBI did make them more prevalent either due to the injury itself or as a new protection mechanism and they started coming out a lot more often and more openly than they had before. I’m not sure if that is true, but it’s a good of a guess as any.
After I was released from the hospital I moved back in with my Mom so she could care for me and there would be days that Cid or another alter would come out and just tell my family who they were then continue on without trying to hide it at all. My immediate family was, and I think still is, a little unsettled by it but puts up with it. They have even developed somewhat of a relationship with Cid. A lot of my extended family does not talk to me much anymore.
Switching has stayed steady since then. Sometimes I go months without one coming out and other times they stay out for days at a time. In public, like when I was in the hospital for chemo, they would pretend to be me when they were out just to make things less confusing for nurses and doctors. Sometimes they might post a meme or something on my Facebook, but they aren’t crazy about it, so they don’t often. If there are stretches of days you don’t hear from me then they’re probably out instead. That is a big concern for people so I wanted to address that right away. People feel like they can’t trust me because they never know if I’m me. You can. It’s not a trick to mess with people like the people who fake show online. Mostly just a trauma thing so they’d have no reason to bother my friends. However if people are comfortable with it and curious about them they could write something. Definitely is not as fast as they show online, though. It would take a few days.
Definitive DID 