I told my therapist recently about being multiple. She seemed unfazed. I think she had a pretty good idea that I was. I think it was something she got in the paperwork from my short-term crisis counselor, but I hadn’t brought it up until recently and she had not asked me about it, which was nice. My life was in too much upheaval when I first started seeing her, I was still at the women’s shelter, she is the therapist at the shelter, and I was concerned that it remain private there. I didn’t want anyone talking about it in case other clients overheard and it was something that other clients used to mistreat me further.
So I wanted to keep my stuff private and out of any discussions while I was at the women’s shelter.
It was at the end of a session recently and that was good, because I was concerned that she would start grilling me about us and make me uncomfortable and make me feel unsure about seeing her again. But fortunately she is smart and capable and competent and made me feel okay about being who I am. She always does that.