In the hospital I just shut down. I could see people weren't listening, so I didn't engage. No point. I didn't have the energy or strength to fight them. I don't know what Gullet thought. We barely spoke. McClinton was frantic, but I was dissociative. Not totally there. I know she tried. There wasn't much they could do. Not in that environment. Quetiapine reduced the symptoms, but I had too many adverse effects. So now aripiprazole. And counseling to think through the rest.
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Thursday, July 3, 2025
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I'm not sure where the intersection is between mainstream and DID therapy, but I'm thinking that part of it lies in cuing. If 3 does the guitar and I want to practice, then I block off an hour for 3. Switching is important, so I should make sure I'm scheduling some time for each. I get so overwhelmed with planning tasks. I freeze from the get-go. I sit and stare. Starts and stops. What's worse is when someone tries to take over. Then I move towards panic or fight flight.
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