Back in 2006 I was hospitalised in a psych ward. It was my first hospitalisation. Before that year, I had never been admitted to a psych ward, I almost was one time when I was 18, but mom stopped that from happening.
Anyway, I was under the care of a male psychiatrist back then. His name was Dr. Denehy. He was a nice guy, but very old school. He believed in over medicating. But, still, he was a good doctor. He had diagnosed us with did, and when we were hospitalised, he told the nurses to work with what they were presented with. In other words, if insiders/alters came out, they were supposed to talk to us, help us, listen to us, validate us. Unfortunately some did, some didnt.
The night nurses were particularly bad. There was one or two nice ones, but most of them were very old, and set in their ways.
One night, we got chatting to one of the night nurses, she asked where Shirley was. For those who arent aware, shirley is our bodys legal name, and the person born. She’s rarely out though. And when she is she’s always confused, and mostly she is in denial of her alters.
The nurse was adamant that we needed to wake shirley up. She kept saying that we were figments of shirleys imagination, alters are just figments, she kept saying over and over. It was so hurtful. It made Liz and some others very angry, they felt invalidated, like the suffering and pain and hurt they’d gone through in order to help shirley to survive her childhood was all for nothing.
I did tell Dr. Denehy about it. He was not very happy to hear that the nurse had kept insisting that we were all figments of shirleys imagination.
But he couldnt do very much. You cant force someone to believe in something if they dont. This nurse was adamant, and nothing I or anyone said was going to change her mind about us.
She’s retired now. So any time I’ve gone to hospital in the last 5 years, I havent had to deal with her, thank god for that at least!