Twenty helpful, and sometimes surprising, things that my therapists said to me.
A couple of years ago, when I was going through an extremely difficult time, I came across a concept from Marsha Linehan (Dialectical Behaviour Therapy) which she referred to as “A Life Worth Living”. Many of my alters at this time were in a constant life-and-death struggle; everything seemed hopeless and pointless; and the grim reality of living everyday with overwhelming flashbacks and pain was getting too much.
It’s not a definition or some bullet-points on a page, a menu of things that were done or could have been done, or might yet be done. It’s something to do with me as a person, the me that I’m so scared to show you, that I’m so scared to be, because of what happened …
What is it like to be me? What is it like to be the me that is me-not-you, different, alone, DID?
You – in my minds you are you-not-us, but who am I to you? Can you know me?
I hate my body. It was there, always there, during the abuse.
My mind went away but my body could not. My mind could forget.