Last Monday, I already shared some memories from the year 2003. Today, one of the prompts over at Mama’s Losin’ It’s Writer’s Workshop is to share a twelfth grade memory.
My senior year of high school was the year I was supposedly planning on going to university after graduation. I knew this was going to be hard, but my aversion to going to college straight out of high school, didn’t really form. Besides, I had no idea what else I was going to do. I remember one day, August 31, 2004, one of the first few days of the school year. I had already come out as dissociative (multiple personality) on my blog in March, but had only been aware of three alters at the time. That day, Carol, who was up to that moment my assertive helper part, gave up and a new one, who called herself Clarissa, emerged.
I wasn’t aware at the time that what I was experiencing was an actual mental health diagnosis, mind you. A friend of mine had told me about dissociative identity disorder after I first came out in March of 2004, but I was still in denial. Part of the reason is that one criterion of DID is amnesia, which we rarely experience.
In March of 2005, my high school tutor had arranged for me to see a blindness rehabilitation center psychologist. The high school tutor, I must say, read my blog, so he knew about the parts, including Clarissa. He had told the psychologist, who obviously immediately thought of DID. She started to ask me all sorts of questions, all of which I either circumvened or answered negatively to. I knew, after all, that, if I’d gotten the psychologist to think I had DID, I wouldn’t be accepted into the rehabilitation program.
In hindsight, of course, I wish I would’ve been more honest. I knew I didn’t have amnesia or time loss, but I did have most other symptoms of DID, some of which I hadn’t become aware of being abnormal. It took over five more years before I was diagnosed with DID.
In the end, I was accepted into the rehabilitation program. I started on August 22, 2005.
Full disclosure: after being diagnosed with DID in 2010, I lost my diagnosis again in 2013. I am pretty sure I don’t have full-blown DID, but probably do have some dissociative disorder.
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That’s a pretty interesting memory, most 12th graders are probably in denial about something.
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Yes, that makes sense. Thanks so much for commenting.
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You’ve certainly had a lot of complexity in life.
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Yes, I have. Thankfully, I’m prett happy now.
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Having experienced a traumatic childhood myself, I can well understand all you’ve dealt with. One thing you wrote on your “About” page hit close to home….”diagnoses don’t define us. Our experiences do.”
Such experiences can either make us stronger or chip away at us indefinitely.
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Thanks so much for your supportive comment. Yes, you’re so right about our experiences making or breaking us figuratively speaking.
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Wow, you’ve certainly had plenty to deal with. I wonder what path your life would’ve taken had you not gotten into the rehabilitation program?
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Thanks for commenting. I wonder the same sometimes. If I’d gone to university straight out of high school, I’d almost certainly have landed in a mental crisis within weeks to months. I did when I eventually did go to university, but then I had support staff who could alert the mental health service and I already had my autism diagnosis. I wonder whether I’d even still be alive had my crisis happened in 2005 rather than 2007.
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