This week Becky of beckys mental mess for her working on us prompt, has asked those of us who have did to write a narrative and share our experiences of it with the blogging community. So well, of course, I figured I’d get in on the act!
I’m going to write about how I came to my did diagnosis!
First, a little background. I was in a bording school for the blind, from the time I was 5 until I was sixteen. This is where the majority of my abuse took place.
As a young child, I always knew I was different. I heard people. I heard them talking to me, and about me, to each other and about each other, I heard them comment on things, like, what I ate, what I wore, etc.
I never realised then that I had did. That was not diagnosed until much later in my life.
So when I left dublin at age 16, and went to school back home in cork, I was in school 3 months when I had a big ptsd flare up, and after that, I was hospitalised for acute stress disorder which was then labeled ptsd.
I saw a psychiatrist, and she diagnosed me with clinical depression and put me on meds.
A few years later, I saw another psychiatrist, after I started in therapy. I’d been having memories of the abuse, and started going to therapy for that.
He diagnosed me with did, unofficially. I saw this doctor for 5 years, we tried a lot of meds, and I was also hospitalised a few times, we were so unstable back then, there was lots of self harm, suicide attempts etc.
In 2010 I was seeing a therapist and it was being funded by a local organisation here for abuse survivors, in order to continue funding the therapy they needed a formal diagnosis, so they got did experts over here from the Uk to diagnose me, and that is how I came to my did diagnosis.
I had a day long assessment, where I had to answer a ton of questions, a did expert and a psychiatrist interviewed me, and I filled out a lot of questionaires and trauma assessments, and then they went back to the UK and made up their reports, they also recorded the session.
And they diagnosed me with did, after hearing what I had to say, then some time later, after a couple of years, the assessment was repeated, not to diagnose me, but just to check in and see how we were doing after a few years.
My therapist Eileen and dr. barry were at the second assessment, I wasnt seeing them when I was originally diagnosed.
Its been a long road, with many ups and downs, but I’m happy with where things are at right now.