We DID folks are normal people too! Or…how I spent my Saturday
If you met me on the street, you wouldn’t know I had DID. Even my colleagues, with whom I have regular frequent contact, wouldn’t know unless I told them (and I have told some of them). So, what do I do aside from internal communication and therapy sessions? I’m glad you asked, because no psychology/psychiatry patient is only his or her symptoms.
After my Saturday morning psychiatry appointment, I walked to my bank and made a deposit. I went home and lounged around on my couch catching up on my eighteen Words with Friends games (can anyone tell me what (a) ’thein’ is?) and watching old episodes of The Good Wife, season 2. I read an article about Lionel Trilling and Adam Kirsch, the literary critics. I drafted, using paper and pen, the three blog posts I made today. At two I went for lunch with a friend, and we hung out for three hours chatting (about therapy, housemate problems, etc.) and watching an enormous number of birds (we’re talking well into the thousands of birds) flying across the sky. I posted my blog posts and responded to some emails. And I read some of two books I’m in the middle of: The Tell-Tale Brain: a Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human
by V.S. Ramachandran and Bertie Wooster Sees it Through by the incomparable P.G. Wodehouse.