Upon entering work I had apparently, been having difficulty speaking or couldn't at all, lit a cigarette became abrasive and straight up pissed, then frightened and unsettled. One of my coworkers, understandably, assumed something was wrong with my blood glucose levels and so called my significant other. I'm a type one Diabetic so she just assumed it was that. They assisted me getting out to the car, where my mother-in-law had been and I was taken to the hospital right then.
Additionally, my closest friend had arrived and had told me that I was asking for not my parents, but my mother specifically, which was completely out of character for me in every way possible. I then proceeded to scream profanities at my father and told him to leave. This is a major understatement but the best I can put out there right now. This friend had told my parents they needed to leave and I clearly "wasn't myself." Moving on...
Having seen some of this exchange my now father-in-law said that I could not go back to live with them and had me move in upon my being released from the hospital. This seemed to calm some of my parts and I would guess, frighten others, but regardless of which category we moved in with my then boyfriend (now husband) and his family.
This is a time of my life that I don't remember much of. If I did perhaps our lives would be easier. We definitely had (& have) a tumultuous relationship. It is difficult, nearly every day, but he tries as do we.
|Sean & Jynx|
I've only ever heard about it through other people's explanations and now in therapy through my parts discussion and sharing. I have never been one to date or rely on any individual for anything. I prefer to figure it out myself or simply go without. My parts on the other hand, while they are very independent in some instances and don't rely on others, some do actually like people. It's a tricky business this DID and often you'll find has many contradictions and added problems.
During one of these break ups; shortly before we were leaving for the Mayo Clinic. We were told to leave. He became very upset and surprised when Jynx did exactly as she was asked. That very night in fact, she packed and left. Had my brother help her pick up the few things she had left behind, but only after my husband called and asked me (who he then thought was me) to talk to him and that I still had more things at the house. She told him to throw it all away as it was of no use to her.
From break ups, moving in together again, and then planning a wedding. When we want something, we tend to make it happen. Regardless of what that is or how seemingly difficult it may be to obtain it, we make it work any and every way imaginable.
We were renting a house and made the decision to get married. I am not what you'd call an overly needy or romantic person, not that there's anything wrong with it but I tend to lean the opposite way. So, we discussed our options and what we wanted, briefly and I was minimally involved in that discussion. Unfortunate? Maybe, but life before I knew I had DID was tricky as hell.
Yes, we had already gone and returned from the Mayo Clinic at this point, that amazing neurologist did in fact seem to see what was happening and referred us to the doctor we see today, but I hadn't yet met her nor had I learned of my diagnosis.
My husband and I had one of the first ever therapy sessions together -- as far as I can recall-- that went well. Very well in fact. Something that encourages many parts of me and confuses others. Good things, especially consistent things we tend to find even more troubling. So despite his continuing to show up, most of the time, it is still difficult.
Another example of why we consistently state, "Normal is Illusion. What is Normal for the Spider is Chaos for the Fly." Because damn it's so true. We are working on finding our normal, my normal, in all aspects of my life and that includes my relationship with my husband.
|Bob actually took this of Sean & I together before my Dx. ;)|