There was the psychology professor who tried to disprove repressed memories with the statement that it was not protective of further abuse. If he didn’t believe in repressed memories of child sexual abuse he surely couldn’t believe in dissociation? Surely he didn’t believe in me. How could he? Dissociation is the hallmark of DID.
The most shocking thing to me about his beliefs was that he felt free to inflict it on all the psychology students that went through that department. It is to horrible to endure the betrayal of trained professionals who are professional deniers of DID. They poison the future therapist pool with their denials, manipulations, and control of young adults.
When I took my first Abnormal Psychology course in college, many years ago, there was two paragraphs on MPD/DID. Many years later I took Abnormal Psychology again and DID was three and a half pages. Huge progress, I thought, but not if the professor just denies it all.
What is very disconcerting to me is that some of them work and get paid their livings with trauma clients/abuse survivors. They always seem to use non-rational reasoning in order to prove their argument/supposition/theory.
They have a code of conduct, one that says they should not do work that they are not properly trained and competent doing. If you don’t believe in a disorder, can you really work with those clients and consider yourself competent to treat them and to help them to manage their lives and to become more functioning?
If you have not educated yourself about childhood trauma, dissociation, DID, and the aftermath of child sexual abuse, how can you call yourself competent? If you don’t believe a client really exists, how can you see them when they could see someone who could help them to heal? How can you take their money and look in the mirror?
While I was at college I worked full-time as well, as an assistant manager of a video store. There was a young high school guy, a great guy, and a great person. He and his girlfriend would come in with some of their friends. They were very nice, very talkative and caring. We became friends.
It would happen a lot to me at the job. It always seemed odd when I found new friends that way, but it would happen. People would hang out to chat and it would just happen. I usually worked alone and it was lovely to have someone to talk to, being an extrovert it was very hard on me and I was able to be much more out-going at work than at school with classmates.
He graduated and the next fall went off to a college out of state. He came back during school breaks and I would gladly give him work hours. He was someone I thought very fondly and good about. One day I was able to work with him for several hours, during the busiest overlap hours where two workers were present. We had a few minutes to catch up.
He told me about his classes the past semester. One was Abnormal Psychology. I guess I should have prepared myself, but I didn’t. He told me how his professor taught them how DID doesn’t exist. I explained to him how and why they do exist. He gave me that look, like he didn’t believe me, but wasn’t going to argue with me and being resolved to humor me. So apparently DID doesn’t exist. It hurt so bad.