I watched Split and Glass on NETFLIX, in which a fictionalized character with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) creates a personality with superhuman ability. The actor, James McAvoy, was phenomenal, switching one personality to another seamlessly on camera. It’s a textbook premise of severe childhood abuse, splitting the psych to protect the vulnerable one. The Beast, the personality with ultimate power and strength, punishes the “undamaged.” [SPOILER ALERT] The Beast considers the damaged/suffered one as clean and pure.
That’s what attracted me.
I have a friend with DID. Sarah is an highly intelligent, cultured, well-read, and funny woman. She placed many younger “damaged” women under her wings. She was the one who familiarized me with Broadway shows, by gifting me tickets to Sondheim. We went out to nice cafes and restaurants, discussed arthouse films and other things. The story of her life was exciting. She was one of the first female producers of TV programs, or something like that. I’m not sure Sarah is the original personality. I met two other ones, Tommy, a boy who was always saying “Sorry.” and the scary one, probably her mother internalized. The switch was not so clean cut as you see in films. She said she had a “Flat Earth” committee in her mind, which decided what she could do or not. She always said she was not allowed to step out of her apartment. Before she was diagnosed to have DID, she had ben diagnosed with charcuterie board-full of disorders, including agoraphobia, depression and anxiety disorder. She was prescribed with variety of medications, none of which worked.
A lot of her friends tried to help. After all, she was a wonderful person when she could present herself to us, which has become rarer and rarer.
I was the last one who tried hard, due to my urge to rescue somebody else instead of myself. Since some of her disorders were blown up image of mine, I could speak her language to a certain extent.
I don’t have DID. I was dissociated but not that much. I had dysthymia and occasional major depression. Sometimes I was not “allowed” to go out of bed. I had extremely low self-esteem, and was not a good communicator, while I could present myself highly functional and intelligent in professional environments. I had and still have occasionally a voice in me, telling me to “jump” or “kill yourself.”
Eventually I realized Sarah’s other personalities sabotaged whatever would make her less damaged and allow her to live more normal life. When she acknowledged she was getting better, they sabotage the progress with full force, as if it would threaten their survival. In the first place, their original purpose should have been her survival.
To be honest, she and the committee exhausted me as they had exhausted many before me.
I haven’t seen Sarah for some years. She contacts me once in a blue moon, when she desperately needs something. The last time, her another friend contacted me because she couldn’t reach Sarah. It turned out she fell and hurt herself and admitted to ER, where she was told to stay till some blood test result would stabilize. She didn’t have her phone with her in the hospital room and couldn’t contact anybody. She figured out ingenious way to send a message. She befriended a woman in the same hospital room and asked her husband to hand deliver a note to my building. Yes, Sarah is resourceful and extremely capable. She once said that she has made a deal at some point with the committee to keep her alive. One of her friends with DID committed suicide. At least she is not a suicide risk.
Eventually, I accepted Sarah as they are. There is no original normal Sarah to return to. Sarah had already had others when I first met her. I just didn’t know them. The woman contains multitude and all pieces of her is part of my friend. And I acknowledge that it would be a childish fantasy to believe that I could save her or anybody.
Anybody would split to a certain extent. There are some incidents I don’t remember, while my body seems to remember. I don’t have a single monstrous trauma incident. Amalgamation of my verbally and emotionally, could be sexually, abusive father, manipulative and passive aggressive mother, highly narcissistic aunt, and non-communicative probably borderline grandmother, along with misogynistic social belief, with inappropriate touches and the luck of loving contact, traumatized me.
I didn’t split, but I created a tough bitch and an abrasive man (I internalized my father) to protect the vulnerable original me. I spent decades to re-parent the little girl inside of me. I wanted her to grow up to be who she was supposed to be if she were loved and left alone, a happy, loving, beautiful girl; a confident capable woman who can love and be loved. My current personality is not what I hoped to be, but I am happy with this version of myself. You can’t restore the original little one. Hold your scars and pain in your heart with kindness and you will be who you are supposed to be, clean and pure with old scars. Survive and then thrive.