I still fight with myself, trying to find the tool I can use to “fix” my wife’s D.I.D. That is not my job.
I don’t know how many times I have to remind myself that I can’t do it. A lot is the only number I can think of. I can’t help even a little bit. There is no tool I can lend her that can speed the process along. Hell, they don’t even make a tool for a partner to use.
I have chosen a therapist who is the partner of Susan’s therapist to be part of my support system. Both are well versed in dealing with PTSD, D.I.D. and sex abuse. We have given our consent that they may speak to each other regarding our issues. Susan’s specifics do not come up in my session, but I have been told she is has made and is making great progress.
Meanwhile we both keep plugging away. One day we may turn around and be able to see from the top of the hill we have climbed.