I had a therapist once who drove me nuts, made me angry, I felt unnecessarily, and because it appeared to be on purpose I acted on that feeling and cancelled our future sessions. I felt it was a positive move to be standing up for myself. On the subject of dissociation, I am thinking I have experienced it during my earlier years, but it changed a great deal by the time I reached 21.
I had childhood trauma a few times before the age of 10, started getting panic attacks in early high school years, did very poorly and was made to leave school, then lasted 2 years in paid employment from 16-18 years before major depression and suicidal thinking took over my life. In the lowest, most stressful moments when I lost control, or tried to hurt myself I would blank out, and come to later and I would have walked for miles, or would be driving, it was exraordinary. That I had done those things at those times resulted in me ending up in a place where people could find and help me. Once I was in a group of people playing sport in a field and I blanked out and came back as someone was calling my name. Where did I go in my head that day? I have no idea. After years of suffering without relief, I finally broke the surface and was able to breathe again. I tend to be quite a loner, but have a few good friends. I have not been diagnosed with DID, so am not an authority on how to cope with a greater degree of dissociation involving named identities. If I had an alter back during my tough years, it remains unnamed. I remember constantly having thoughts in my head for years, then suddenly it all stopped and went quiet. I did lose a best friend around the age of 12 and I have no idea what happened, she never talked to me again, until a year ago when she contacted me, but when I asked what had made her stop wanting to hang out with me back then, she didn't want to talk about it, and said she wouldn't bother me again, still leaving me in the dark. So it's possible something was said that I do not remember, I shudder to think what it would have been though. Anyway, I am no longer desperate as I was, but suffer greatly with depression, and have remnants of PTSD. I think the most pressing thing I could contribute is that life, as much as it is, has so much going for it, and it is worth taking the time to find therapists and a psychiatrist who are on the same page. Peace and love. (I havn't worked out how to 'start' a discussion, so apologise if this feels like a shanghai) 🙂