Dissociative Identity Disorder Makes Hard Times Harder
The past few months of my life have brought with them the suicide of a family member, the substance abuse problems and sudden onset mental illness of another, some unexpected financial difficulties, and not nearly enough time and space for me to cope with it all effectively. I’ve taken the put-your-head-down-and-keep-moving approach in part because I know I’ll leave other people in the lurch if I stop to recuperate. When a tornado hits is not the time to announce that gosh, you’d love to help out but you really need some Me Time. Instead, I’ve relied on my long-held belief that Dissociative Identity Disorder is both a blessing and a curse when life gets messy. But I’ve changed my mind. All DID does is make nasty situations nastier.
The beauty of dissociation is that it allows the psyche some distance from internal and/or external stressors that might otherwise overwhelm its capacity to cope. That beauty fades, however, when dissociative coping crosses the line into dissociative disorder. In other words, dissociation itself truly is a blessing and a curse. But Dissociative Identity Disorder, I’ve decided, helps no one, particularly when stress levels rise. All it does is:
- Make it even harder for me to remember important information when I most need my memory to function at its best.
- Compartmentalize my emotions so completely that, when triggered, they’re incredibly difficult to manage during times when emotional regulation is most vital.
- Delude me into thinking I can handle far more than I can, like a person unable to feel pain blithely hiking up a mountain on a broken leg. Everything’s fine until the leg gives out and you’re stranded on a path that’s tough enough to navigate with both legs.
- Lead others to believe they can expect more from me than I can deliver, which just sets them up for a huge letdown when they need my help the most.
No, Dissociative Identity Disorder has done nothing these past few months but make hard times harder.
Dissociative Identity Disorder Weakens Me
I just don’t manage life, and all the upheaval and drama inherent in human existence, as gracefully as I’d like; and it’s Dissociative Identity Disorder that trips me up the most. A reader expressed this so well once, saying:
Mental illness ups the stakes in any risks and rewards equation. The risks for just about everything are higher - e.g. a new job is scary for anyone but more scary if you’re at risk of losing touch or losing control. A bad day at work can result in disaster.
Of course, that same reader went on to say:
At the same time the rewards are more needed too. A job is not just a way to get money - it is a place in the world for you. A good day at work can save your life.
I guess the only thing to do is make the most out of the rewards and keep stumbling my way through the risks.
Gray, H. (2011, September 7). Dissociative Identity Disorder Makes Hard Times Harder, HealthyPlace. Retrieved on 2020, April 4 from https://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/dissociativeliving/2011/09/dissociative-identity-disorder-makes-hard-times-harder
Author: Holly Gray
I'm sorry that so much is happening around you. I find that when there is a whirlwind around me, these are the hardest times to assess how helpful or not helpful my mental condition is for me.
But I will just try to provide some balance here.
DID is about living in extremes and now having that not sit well with you.
But there is a good part of DID that relates to super high functioning people without DID. Some people are driven by a life of huge risks and great rewards. It's a bit like being a stock broker in a volatile economy, as an example. Or a quarterback taking a gamble and throwing a bomb and winning the game. Risk takers are the drivers of innovation and growth.
So, for me, sure I see the areas where my condition hurts me. Definitely. But I can't focus on that for too long because then I won't get anywhere.
And if I shift my focus towards more of this risk/gain thinking then it brings in some balance for me.
@castorgirl "The thing that gets me about the dissociative coping, is that it appears to be helping in the short-term, but that is a temporary illusion." Illusion, great word. That's so spot on.
@Iare "Yes the worse is worse, but as I’ve healed, the worse doesn’t last nearly as long." I've had the same experience. But I'm not inclined to believe it's DID doing me any favors. It's the healing, the move towards awareness and integration, not the dissociation, that's helpful.
Overall, this year has taught me that, no matter how nice I want to be, no matter how much I don't want to let people down or hurt their feelings, etc., I must remain faithful to my own best interests. Otherwise it's not just me that suffers ... but everyone around me.
All of your points here are so spot on, and so well expressed. Like the way we delude ourselves into thinking we can handle so much more than we can. I feel that is somehow related to the severe compartmentalization, because as you described, you don't feel your legs giving out. Those feelings are safely tucked away in another compartment. But it's not safe at all because your legs are giving out, and you don't even know it until it's way too late.
This was actually very informative for me, and will hopefully help readers gain some awareness of these particular problem areas while tackling difficult and stressful situations.
I'm so sorry for the tragedy that has come into your life.
These are all such traumatic situations, which I personally believe can cause even more dissociation.
I hope life gets easier for you and your loved ones soon. ~ Mareeya
The thing that gets me about the dissociative coping, is that it appears to be helping in the short-term, but that is a temporary illusion. The internal chaos eliminates any helpful aspect of the coping. The compartmentalisation becomes more severe... so confusing, and yet normal at the same time.
It's an awful place to be.
Wishing you well,
I hope things don't last as long for you this round. You do have a ton going on for you. If i can help with anything, you know where I'm at... and if you don't... you should!! :) Hang in there my friend. I still have that giant squeaky hammer if you need to borrow it. :)
As a little girl I used to have dreams that I couldn't run my legs kept giving out, I didn't know why I was running or what I was running from but the harder I tried to go faster the more I fell & got hurt.
Kinda metaphoric in hindsight. As with much of life but especially when nursing a mental illness taking our time to go slowly & surely accepting the good & bad will help keep steady pace. Now to learn this lesson in action not just words... ;)
Thank you for sharing your story. It's so nice to relate to you. xo
tea and heartfelt well wishes to you