Story by "Dana B.B"
Unlike a lot of people who have DP, mine was not the outcome of trauma or drug use.
I grew up in a normal environment, with two older sisters, and two strict, but loving parents. I lived a normal childhood.
The first time that I can remember being aware of my DP was when I was 10 years old. I wasn't sure what these "episodes" were, and I was positive I was going crazy. I only told my closet friends.
My DP wasn't that bad until 4 years later, in grade nine. That January, the DP started to effect everything in my life, school, home, and social interactions. My episodes became deeper, more often, and lasted longer.
I finally had to tell my family. They sent me to my family doctor, not knowing what was going on, my doctor referred me to a youth therapist center. This was really confusing for me, because no one knew what was wrong with me, and I was put through many medical tests. I felt extremely alone, and several months later was sent to a physiatrist. After a few weeks of wrong guesses, they found a name, Depersonalization Disorder. It was very encouraging reading the diagnosis sheet, I no longer felt crazy.
I was put on Celexa, and am still getting used to it. It is working somewhat, but it is still a really difficult point in my life right now, because my DP keeps getting worse. I was overjoyed when a friend brought this website to my attention. It helped me so much reading the personal stories, knowing I am not alone.
It is hard dealing with DP as I am only 15, and still discovering who I am. I can only imagine how tough it is for those of you who are juggling a family, a job and much more with the weight of DP on your shoulders.
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