Help, I’ve got DID! Now what …?
It’s scary to think you’ve ‘gone mad’. It’s scary to think you have some serious, incurable ‘mental illness’. It’s scary to not understand what on earth is going on in your brain.
And perhaps what’s even scarier is finding out that what is ‘wrong’ with you has a name: dissociative identity disorder.
I spent so much time wondering what was happening to me, and I was so desperate to find the answer, that I didn’t spend any time at all figuring out what would come next. I was so fixated on finding the right ‘label’ that I simply didn’t have a plan at all for what to do when I found that label.
This is true for lots of people. We get a diagnosis (officially, unofficially, definite, or suggested) of dissociative identity disorder (DID) and there’s relief that finally now the problem has a name. And then … and then we have no idea what to do next.
We may assume that once we know what it is, help will follow. Maybe we didn’t know how to get help for something whose name we didn’t know; surely, then, help will quickly follow once we name it …
But it doesn’t seem to work that like. DID is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, understanding your symptoms within the framework of DID can be really helpful – you can begin to understand why your brain behaves the way it does, you have an overarching narrative to explain your experience, and you know (at last) that you’re not alone.
But that doesn’t mean that any medical professional you speak to will have heard of DID, let alone be prepared to accept it as a diagnosis, or even provide ‘treatment’ for it.
And anyway, treatment – what treatment?
DID is not like a broken leg, where the problem is obvious: here’s a bone, and it’s broken. It needs to heal. To help that process, medical professionals operate on it or set it back in alignment, hold it in place, protect it with a cast, tell you to rest it, and then allow a natural process to ensue: if the conditions are right, the bone will regrow.
Then there are conditions like cancer. In most cases, this doesn’t resolve itself. It needs to be aggressively treated, targeted with drugs or radiotherapy or chemotherapy. If you don’t, it’s reasonably likely that the cancer will take over and win, and you’ll die. Treatment is usually essential.
Where does DID fall on this spectrum? Give it some rest, a bit of support, and it will naturally heal? Or does it need tackling aggressively so that it doesn’t get any worse, perhaps ending up as full-blown ‘insanity’?
The neat answer would be to say that it lies in between. But I don’t think that’s true. Because I don’t think the analogy between DID and physical illness works at all. I don’t think you can easily place psychological trauma within the paradigm of physical illness and what some people call ‘the medical model’.
With broken legs, there’s been damage to a bone. It’s snapped. With cancer, there’s a proliferation of cells with faulty DNA, multiplying out of control.
But DID is neither of these.
Dissociative identity disorder is not sickness.
DID is the adaptations our bodies and brains make to growing up in a perpetually threatening environment. They are what our brains and bodies are supposed to do. They haven’t malfunctioned. They’re not ill. They just weren’t ever supposed to suffer that kind of trauma.
This is important: DID is not an illness. Some would argue that it’s not even a disorder, and I understand why – because it’s the brain doing what the brain is supposed to be doing. That’s not a disorder, is it? No, it’s not – but the effects of it are ‘disordered’, in that they lead to symptoms in our everyday life that we’d rather not have (flashbacks, anyone?) I can live with calling it a disorder but I can’t live with calling it an illness. (Others are free to disagree.)
So in my way of thinking we can’t approach ‘treating’ DID like we’d treat a broken leg or cancer. The physical health / mental health analogy just doesn’t work.
DID is exactly what the brain is supposed to do when it’s faced with chronic trauma. The difficulty is that it leaves us with brains that adapted to a dangerous, life-threatening environment, but which are not so good at chillin’ out once that threat has passed.
So our brains adapted to danger, but now we’re not in danger any more, they behave in ways that are out of place and (to say the least) inconvenient. So the trick is to get them to adapt again … to safety.
That’s the crux of the task ahead of us. We have to learn how to feel safe in our bodies again. And that’s what ‘treatment’ in the form of therapy is all about:
- It’s about resetting our nervous system, turning down the sensitivity of the brain’s smoke alarm, which is set to react to the merest whiff of smoke.
- It’s about bringing our front brains online to calmly and patiently assess threat, rather than the trigger-happy reaction of our back brains which operate according to the mantra ‘better safe than sorry’.
- And it’s about finding a way of filing all of our traumatic memories so that they don’t keep bothering us in flashbacks and body memories. They keep coming into consciousness because they’re trying to alert us to the potential for danger.
So we need to reassure our brains that the danger is past, that we’ve heard the warnings, thank you very much, but that everyone can calm down and go to bed, because the war is over.
An interesting question then is: why doesn’t this process, this readjustment to life after the war, happen naturally?
Actually I think it probably does for a lot of people, and so over the long-term they don’t present with ‘mental health difficulties’. We’re only ever going to notice when it doesn’t happen. But there’s a sliver of hope in there – I think a lot of people who experience (at least ‘low’ levels of) trauma actually do recover from it ‘naturally’, that is without intervention. That says to me that recovery is standard operating procedure. It’s not something that we’ve got to artificially create – we just have to remove the blocks that are stopping it from happening.
One of the things that I’ve consistently found is that we ourselves are often the main impediment to recovery. That’s not therefore to blame us for not recovering – blame sucks, so let’s not go down that route! – but I’d suggest it’s part of the syndrome, that we get stuck in a vicious cycle: Abuse from outside sources has stopped, but we actually perpetuate it ourselves because it’s what we’re used to. It maintains the status quo, and ‘familiar’ always feels safer to our primitive brains than does ‘unfamiliar’. And it’s so normal to us that we might not even realise that we’re doing it.
But tune in and listen to your inner dialogue. What do you say to yourself? What’s the background commentary on everything you do and feel? Are you your biggest supporter, or your greatest enemy?
For many years, my inner dialogue was led by the most negative, critical and abusive voice imaginable. Eventually I realised that it was a projection of my mother and other abusers. But it was inside my head. And it was constant. It was a relentless stream of self-loathing. I hated myself for everything I did, thought, felt and wanted. When I had longings to be loved or understood, I despised myself and shamed myself for those feelings. When I made a mistake, I berated myself for my stupidity. When I tried to imagine success or a happy life, I reminded myself caustically that I didn’t deserve it.
It was incessant, this self-abuse. Over and over again. All day long. Beating myself up. Hating myself. Wanting to hurt myself. Wanting to kill myself. Feeling deeply ashamed of who and what I was. Never wanting to be me. Never giving myself a break. Always on my case, always criticising, always finding fault.
Eventually I came to realise that we can’t recover from abuse if we continue to abuse ourselves.
I was spending a lot of time and effort wanting therapy, paying for therapy, going to therapy. I wanted to ‘be better’. I wanted rid of my symptoms. I wanted life to be less painful. I wanted someone to come and cuddle me and love me and wrap me up in kindness, to make everything alright.
And yet at the same time I was abusing myself. It sounds crazy now – such a contradiction, such self-sabotage! And it’s one of the most distinctive elements of DID – the conflict within ourselves: parts of us pulling in one direction, parts pulling in another. And I was so used to that ambivalence, that paradox, that contradiction, that I didn’t even notice it. Doesn’t everyone hate themselves like this? I remember thinking.
If we want to recover from the effects of trauma, we have to stop traumatising ourselves. If we want to be able to feel safe again, we have to provide an atmosphere of safety, within ourselves. That is an essential, foundational step. Only if we’re willing to work towards that will any ‘treatment’ we receive be effective. Otherwise, it will be a case of one step forwards, and two steps back.
Often survivors blame the therapist or the therapy (or the absence of therapy) for a lack of progress, when actually we’re sabotaging our own efforts. Looking back, most times when I stalled in therapy and failed to make progress, it wasn’t because the therapist was getting it wrong, or the therapy was poor, or we weren’t using the latest whizz-bang therapeutic technique. It was because I was continuing to abuse myself.
We cannot learn to feel safe, and readjust to a safe environment, if we’re sleeping with the enemy. It just doesn’t make sense for our bodies and brains to lower the threat level and let our guards down, while the danger remains imminent. That’s often why we don’t make progress.
If we want to live without the after-effects of trauma – where our brains and bodies are geared to protect us from danger – then we have to remove the sources of that danger. Trying to feel safe while the abuser is still in the room is a futile exercise. How much more when the abuser is within our own head?
So we have to resolve our own self-abuse. We have to learn how to be compassionate and gracious towards ourselves. We have to – despite how much we might squirm even at the sound of it – learn how to love ourselves. We have to give ourselves the safety we need. This is the first step in recovering from trauma. There are many more, but a journey of a thousand miles begins with that first step.
A word of explanation
I had therapy mainly between 2006 and 2015. These blog posts are not verbatim accounts of sessions, but rather the client equivalent of ‘case studies’ - amalgamations of various sessions, ‘narratively true’ rather than ‘historically true’. Although often written for stylistic purposes in the present tense, they are very much from a past period of my life. Ideally they should be read within the wider context of other blog posts, articles and my book, to give a more integrated and rounded sense of where I was at, where I’m at now, and the process that took place between those two points. I have been on a journey of recovery, and the difference in me from when I was in therapy (especially at the beginning) to now is testament to the brain’s ability to recover from even the most appalling suffering.
My primary work now is writing, followed closely by training therapists, counsellors and other professionals to support survivors of trauma. Regrettably I cannot provide one-to-one support but our charity framework PODS (Positive Outcomes for Dissociative Survivors) provides a helpline and a range of other services: please go to www.pods-online.org.uk for more information, and https://support.pods-online.org.uk/start-here if you are looking for support.
For training, please see our range of live courses at www.carolynspring.com/live-training, and our online courses at www.carolynspring.com/online-training. We also publish a range of resources to support recovery from trauma, which you can see at www.carolynspring.com/shop. My first book, Recovery is my best revenge, is available to buy at https://www.carolynspring.com/shop/recovery-is-my-best-revenge-paperback/