Category: Teach The Professionals

Dissociative Identity Disorder


Around half of people with DID have fewer than 10 identities and most have fewer than 100, fortunately I don’t have nearly that many. I believe that, approximately,16 is normal. The primary identity, which often has the patient’s given name, tends to be “passive, dependent, guilty and depressed” with other personalities being more active, aggressive or hostile, and often containing a current time line that lacks childhood memory.

According to the fifth Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5), boring to say the least. DID symptoms include “the presence of two or more distinct personality states” accompanied by the inability to recall personal information, beyond what is expected through normal forgetfulness. Other DSM-5 symptoms include a loss of identity to individual distinct personality states, loss of time, and the sense of self and consciousness. I’ve noticed the level of functioning can change from severely impaired to adequate depending on the fragment. Different people do different things and it’s annoying to have to wait for the right personality while dissociation renders you unable to remember specific information. People with DID usually have childhood sexual or physical abuse but not always. Identities may be unaware of each other and compartmentalize knowledge and memories, resulting in chaotic personal lives. Individuals with DID may be reluctant to discuss symptoms due to associations with abuse, shame, and fear. Severe DID may also experience frequent and intense time disturbances.

Reaveree Wheeler  ( rev-er-ee )

Some people are meant to meet

A few years ago I was preparing for a trip to a national park in Utah. My disorder had settled down and it was time for some me time. The pickup was loaded and early morning, me and my cat headed out. The drive was nice and pulling off the road at one of those National Park scenic pull out place I took my camera, surprise there were no phones with cameras, to snap a few pictures. Finding a nice rock to step up on to photograph the view, a car pulled in and three people got out; a man and woman of about 30 and an elderly lady. I thought, “She must one of their moms”. Paying no more attention I started to find a good picture to take.

The younger woman walking by, stopped and said, “I think my mom has something for you” and went down the path. All I could think was, “I hope it’s a million bucks”.

Moments later the man and older lady walked down the path and the older lady said, “I have something for you and I just gave it” and went down the path. Wigged out to say the least, I went back to the truck, without taking a photo, turned around and started to leave the park. 5 hours later, but instantly to me, I was home. I have no memory of the trip home.

I have an explanation but this first.

6 months ago I started this site, published one thing, The Journey Begins. For 6 months I did nothing, not even looking at my site. 14 days ago I published another blog, a very short long drive about another time lost event. When I published it, someone had responded to both.

Someone named Ashley

There is an explanation and it’s one word, Validation. Perhaps for 1, perhaps for 2 or perhaps for many. Anthropologically speaking that is.

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Reaveree Wheeler  ( rev-er-ee)