Traumatized or Psychotic?

This morning’s session also went pretty well. Since it had been a mere 14 hours since I last saw the therapist, I opened with the obligatory “this is awkward” ice-breaker by saying, “Hmm, seems like I was just here!” which, predictably, made her laugh.

I told her that I’ve been feeling very torn between either leaning into therapy or forgoing the process altogether. I explained that for about five years (from 2009-2014) I was neither seeing a therapist nor taking any prescription medications. She followed that up by asking if that was a stable time in my life.

Tricky question. Yes, it was….sorta.

There were no major crises happening (i.e. no cutting, drug use, eating disorders, or suicide attempts), but I literally never left my apartment. My wife was my primary form of human interaction. I had no job, no friends, no hobbies. I was terrified to do simple tasks like grocery shopping, getting a haircut, or talking to people in general.

It was mostly a time of transition. I had just pushed through some major therapeutic work and ended the two+ decades of abuse I’d endured from my parents. I was initially focusing on just surviving each day. Then, gradually, I started to make changes to my lifestyle. I became a much healthier person in virtually every way.

I eventually started to branch out and do some volunteer work. Then I felt brave enough to apply for work again. I worked for a brief period of time, but that job was ridiculous and awful, so I resigned and found myself at a stand-still. That’s when I decided to go back to school and change careers. That’s also around the time that I started to recommit to the relationships in my life and begin building new ones.

Which, ultimately, is what led me to seek out therapy again in the first place. And from there, I made the journey through treatment with Zooey that landed me in this woman’s office four months ago.

So, I mean, my life was not great during the time I was out of treatment. But it wasn’t worse than it is right now. At least, I don’t think it was? It’s hard to tell sometimes. My life almost unrecognizable from five years ago.

I also gave her the system map I mentioned last post. She loved it (of course). She was very intrigued by the way parts are grouped together and asked some important questions about relationships and such. She was also quite fascinated with the role Rain plays in the system, as the part who controls the barriers between the others.

I’d explained that there was more cutting last night. I remember losing some time. Then I came back. Then …nothing after about 10pm or so. I woke up at 1:30 in the morning to find my wife curled up on the couch doing work on her computer. And then I realized I was in pain and quickly made the connection to self-injury.

The therapist asked if I had a sense of what led to the cutting. I told her that actually I can’t really feel the system right now. This happens sometimes when crisis begins to reach a critical mass. It usually means that we are in danger of spiraling into a scary place, so Rain throws up barriers between parts to mitigate some of the chaos. I don’t know how or why she makes the decisions she makes, but it seems to work fairly well. However, it is incredibly uncomfortable to suddenly feel nothingness when I’m used to sharing my time and headspace with so many Others.

I also gave her a copy of two drawings that Julia had made of the “inner world”. Last year when we were facing a similar internal battle, Julia received sound advice from a similar teenaged protector alter in another DID system. She suggested creating a safe space for child parts within the inner world that they could escape to when things get scary. Julia created a magical space for Anna and Lucy to play in and the perfect macabre nook for River to hide away in. The therapist thought it was amazing.

Once we’d discussed the items I brought in, I suddenly felt really overwhelmed. I started talking about how insane this all feels to me and how hard it is to talk about (yet I really want to talk about it!). I explained that I still struggle a lot with the DID diagnosis and, in general, I struggle with believing myself.

She responded by letting me know that feeling like one is unable to trust their own perception of reality is fairly common among children of narcissists. She pointed out that my biological mother likely projected a lot of herself onto me, making it difficult for me to understand and process the world through my own autonomous experience.

Then I explained that it’s further exacerbated by the fact that when it was revealed that I’d begun telling people about the abuse I suffered at home, my siblings basically just ignored it and my bio parents not only denied the abuse, but went one step further by acting completely shocked, disappointed, and utterly exasperated by my apparent persistent need to lie. As much as my past seems to be completely real and true to (the collective) me, it is so incredibly hard to wrap my brain around the fact that the other four people I lived with in that house completely deny that truth.

The therapist said, “I know I’m doing that ‘normalizing’ thing again, but I do want to say that it is VERY common for these types of patterns to play out in families like yours.”

Still. It makes me feel insane.

I know that when we (whoever was fronting at the time) told our therapists and doctors about the internal world and hearing voices, etc. they immediately assumed schizophrenia or some kind of psychosis. They put us on an anti-psychotic medication and proceeded as such. DID was not on anyone’s radar.

So now, I suppose I do often wonder if they weren’t right. I know that this all feels very real to me…to us. But perhaps I am psychotic. Perhaps I have invented this history of trauma and this inner world with all of these characters to keep me company. Perhaps none of this exists outside of my imagination?

Probably not. But…I’m always afraid of that small chance that I’m in fact not severely traumatized, but genuinely psychotic. I don’t think this therapist thinks I’m psychotic. I think she believes me 100%. Maybe that’s what scares me. If she believes me and she’s willing to hold this for me, what happens when it gets taken away?

Gah! Always so much to lose!

Either way, I think it was good for her to learn more about the system and I think we’re making some good progress, even if it is causing a system upheaval.


21 thoughts on “Traumatized or Psychotic?

  1. Boost Connection says:

    It sounds like you covered a lot of ground this session with the therapist. It’s very inspiring to watch you forge ahead. Though it makes me incredibly sad and angry that you’ve been programmed to question yourself on every level. But your interactions with the therapist make me jealous of your ability to understand and communicate where you’re at, though I imagine that skill came with a price.

    Sending kind thoughts and healing vibes to all of you in the system… always 🙂

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  2. Anxious Mom says:

    I remember confronting my dad several years ago about something he did when I was 3 or 4 (choked me), one of my earlier memories. I wanted to know *why*. He, of course, denied it and acted like I was crazy. That seriously made me question myself, my other memories, and that type of doubt certainly has a way of spreading to other things. I hated that. And then when he found out about the few therapy appointments I did go to a couple years ago (not that he knew how many), he completely freaked out, wanting to know what I had told, said nothing that happened back then made any difference now, and so on. That let me know I wasn’t crazy or making things up in my head.

    I wrote all that so when you do doubt yourself, just think of a time when your parents likely did the same as he did, played the “don’t tell” card. That’s more telling than anything.

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    • Andi says:

      Thank you so much for sharing this with me. It definitely helps me understand more about the way people use manipulation (specifically denial) to torment us. I’m sorry he did that to you.

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  3. multiplemindsdid says:

    for us the inner world is still something i wonder about. not sure if we have one yet flashes cross sometimes. right now were fuzzy and mentally worn out. our symptoms seems to increase when connection to the “system” seems somewhat more distance. lots is dealt with right now and yet were not psychotic. lots is making sense in this post. i feel im on an limited strain right now.

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    • Andi says:

      Thank you for responding. Sometimes knowing others can relate is the only thing that helps. I actually cannot access the inner world at all. All I see is blank space. So it’s really neat for me to see the inner space the way the Others do, through drawings and such. I hope that I will eventually be able to access it. -Andi

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  4. Zoe says:

    When your abusers deny things it’s such a damning experience. Because most of the time it works where people believe them and not you. They have perfected their masks so much that you end up looking and feeling insane. You question everything. People. Them. Yourself. You wonder what’s real or fake or not. I know I have said this before but I have to say it again. You are so strong. I truly see it and mean it.

    Your posts always bring insight not just to you or DID but also make me reflect about certain things in myself. So thank you. This post actually shed a lot of light for me.

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  5. manyofus1980 says:

    Did can be so scary, its easy to slip into denial. I’m glad your working through it. Keep doing that…it will get easier as time goes on. Having a safe space for tthe kids is crucial. Eileen worked on creating one with us, too. XX


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