Thank You
@WillyKat for that explanation. I see it used frequently here, and I've never been able to relate because I didn't know what it was.
I do know, it happened in my childhood, and the night I experienced the violent trauma.
In my childhood, my mother left when I was 4 years old. When she left, she took all of her family with her. I had no further contact with aunts, uncles, grandparents. I know, I was severely despondent over this from the time I was 5 until I moved out of on my own as an adult. I can remember, all of her family. Grandparent's, aunts, uncles, and even the little collie my grandparent's had as a pet. I remember the smell of their house and the manicured lawn. I remember where my grandmother worked and I remember visiting her. I can remember my father during this time. However, a couple of years ago, I had what I thought was a bizarre realization: When it came to certain memories, I am alone. I am riding in a car, eating dinner, bathing, playing in a park, riding in a grocery cart at the grocery store, and walking through a mall. But, there in everyone of these memories, there isn't one adult except, the extras that fill the background of our daily lives. I am alone. I remember my father in these moments, but I can not remember anything about my mother. What she looks like, sounds like, or any of her mannerisms.
I know, dissociation happened the night the trauma happened because it wasn't happening to me. I remember falling into severe shock and I started doing things to survive, but it was all very mechanical and I was on auto pilot. I forget everyday little circumstantial things, but I do lose focus awareness many times through the day. I feel I have to work to maintain focus or if I don't, the lights fade for a few minutes. I wasn't sure if this were an example. I have enough on my plate dealing with known issues with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder I won't spend a great deal of energy trying to sort this one out.