I finally got a definitive diagnosis in 2009 after spending almost eighteen months going from one psychologist to another wasn’t given a formal diagnosis I was prescribed sleeping pills i I was not coping eventually I found someone who immediately tested me for dissociative identity disorder at last I had an explanation and began putting my life back together slowly with her help. Being diagnosed with a mental illness is never easy but in a strange way its a relief to know that everything I have been through is real not some made up rubbish in my head. It is the knowledge that it is the reason for my erratic behaviour and memory gaps.
My young parts have taken well to this situation finally trusting to speak they have told our stories bravely and honestly learning to take turns to speak learning appropriate