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THE CENTRALITY OF CARE

The first time I met someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), I was five years old. I recall sitting in a chair in the waiting room of my parents’ psychotherapy office and wondering “why is a child’s voice coming out of this adult’s body?” I was immediately curious, and refused to accept the all-toocommon response at that age, “We’ll explain when you’re older.” As I learned basic elements of what causes harm, what leads to dissociation, and what encourages healing, they made sense to me intuitively – just like I needed to pet the cat softly and be careful not to cause it discomfort, humans needed to be treated with gentleness and care, or they, like my cat, might need to hide before feeling safe to carefully reemerge. If people were harmed in an ongoing way and not treated with care growing up, they still needed to get the care they needed once they were adults. While my young mind was initially confused, the information quickly lined up with my observations and experience of the world.