Just hours ago I freaked out. I've experienced similar episodes in the past, but I don't know if it was to this extent.
So much has been happening for such a long time I don't even know where to begin. It's just too much. So I started laughing. I started laughing louder and louder, and then I lost control. I was laughing and hitting myself in the head with a notebook over and over. I was ramming my head into doors. I started crabwalking forwards and backwards and going around the basement floor on my front on all fours. I was rubbing my head and my legs into the carpet really hard and clenching my head. I was writhing in and out of the fetal position like a worm on a hook. I was also screaming as loud as I could. I remember having a panic attack like my arms were frozen and on fire at the same time. My parents were there almost the whole time. I threw the Bible on the floor and was yelling at it and smashing my head against it and hitting it with my palms and my fists and then I kept banging my head into the closet door. I remember curling up into the fetal position and clenching my head and shaking and screaming as loud as I could.
I've had episodes like this but never with the screaming or mumbling; I was also in the closet and holding my knees and my sister came in and I was muttering something about iambic pentameter and tetrameter and I think I was saying to myself, "you have to help yourself," mockingly. Maybe I was frustrated at people saying "you have to help yourself" -- I feel like I can't anymore and my brain just snapped tonight.
The entire thing feels like a dream. Bits and pieces of it are coming back to me randomly, just like remembering a dream throughout the day. I feel exhausted, but really beyond that, I feel like I'm half or more out of my body. I can't cope with what's going on and everything inside me feels like it's saying that it's just getting worse and worse. I feel like I can't explain it to anyone. I feel like even though my family saw the episode that there are no witnesses to my life, no witnesses to everything I've been through. Always alone. I wrote today "My world is fiction to you," when I was just starting to come down from the episode. That's how it feels. Maybe that's why I feel so detached from reality right now. What happened tonight feels like a dream. Completely a dream. And what's happening now feels unreal too.
The only faint hope I have is that people here might be able to benefit if I get through this. Maybe by working through this, other people can find hope that they can get through it as well. I don't know what the purpose is in getting through this. Not ultimately. But there's a purpose in me getting through it if it means it'll help other people get through it as well. I can almost feel my feet touch the ground of reality when I say things like that. That is what brings me back.
So, what are your experiences? Have you ever had a 'dissociative snap' where it's more than the complete detachment from reality, like on top of that you became extremely violent out of nowhere, or just flipped and started screaming or saying things you have no idea about? It's almost (to me) like in that episode, the coping mechanism -- dissociation -- was married to the emotional pain that caused it to come about. In a way I feel like the dissociation allowed me to express the emotional pain I was feeling that I wanted someone to witness so badly. Like it disintegrated my self-awareness that would otherwise keep me from expressing that stuff, instead of merely disintegrating my self-awareness so I couldn't be identified with pain. It was like I both wasn't identifying with my pain and completely expressing it at the same time. Bizarre.
Can anyone relate? If not to the episode, what about having a witness to your suffering? Sometimes I feel like dissociation is a direct response (for me, at least) to not having a witness, not having anyone to listen. Like, I have nobody to listen, so I compensate by having no body to identify with as experiencing pain at having nobody. Anyone else feel this way?
The way I word things can make it hard for people to relate, so I'll just say it one more time: what about having a witness to your suffering? Do you think you've ever dissociated out of necessity, because since there was nobody to help you, the only way to cope was having no body, so to speak?
Thanks for reading, I hope you can get something out of contributing to this thread if you choose to do so, and I hope you are doing okay tonight -- take care :)
So much has been happening for such a long time I don't even know where to begin. It's just too much. So I started laughing. I started laughing louder and louder, and then I lost control. I was laughing and hitting myself in the head with a notebook over and over. I was ramming my head into doors. I started crabwalking forwards and backwards and going around the basement floor on my front on all fours. I was rubbing my head and my legs into the carpet really hard and clenching my head. I was writhing in and out of the fetal position like a worm on a hook. I was also screaming as loud as I could. I remember having a panic attack like my arms were frozen and on fire at the same time. My parents were there almost the whole time. I threw the Bible on the floor and was yelling at it and smashing my head against it and hitting it with my palms and my fists and then I kept banging my head into the closet door. I remember curling up into the fetal position and clenching my head and shaking and screaming as loud as I could.
I've had episodes like this but never with the screaming or mumbling; I was also in the closet and holding my knees and my sister came in and I was muttering something about iambic pentameter and tetrameter and I think I was saying to myself, "you have to help yourself," mockingly. Maybe I was frustrated at people saying "you have to help yourself" -- I feel like I can't anymore and my brain just snapped tonight.
The entire thing feels like a dream. Bits and pieces of it are coming back to me randomly, just like remembering a dream throughout the day. I feel exhausted, but really beyond that, I feel like I'm half or more out of my body. I can't cope with what's going on and everything inside me feels like it's saying that it's just getting worse and worse. I feel like I can't explain it to anyone. I feel like even though my family saw the episode that there are no witnesses to my life, no witnesses to everything I've been through. Always alone. I wrote today "My world is fiction to you," when I was just starting to come down from the episode. That's how it feels. Maybe that's why I feel so detached from reality right now. What happened tonight feels like a dream. Completely a dream. And what's happening now feels unreal too.
The only faint hope I have is that people here might be able to benefit if I get through this. Maybe by working through this, other people can find hope that they can get through it as well. I don't know what the purpose is in getting through this. Not ultimately. But there's a purpose in me getting through it if it means it'll help other people get through it as well. I can almost feel my feet touch the ground of reality when I say things like that. That is what brings me back.
So, what are your experiences? Have you ever had a 'dissociative snap' where it's more than the complete detachment from reality, like on top of that you became extremely violent out of nowhere, or just flipped and started screaming or saying things you have no idea about? It's almost (to me) like in that episode, the coping mechanism -- dissociation -- was married to the emotional pain that caused it to come about. In a way I feel like the dissociation allowed me to express the emotional pain I was feeling that I wanted someone to witness so badly. Like it disintegrated my self-awareness that would otherwise keep me from expressing that stuff, instead of merely disintegrating my self-awareness so I couldn't be identified with pain. It was like I both wasn't identifying with my pain and completely expressing it at the same time. Bizarre.
Can anyone relate? If not to the episode, what about having a witness to your suffering? Sometimes I feel like dissociation is a direct response (for me, at least) to not having a witness, not having anyone to listen. Like, I have nobody to listen, so I compensate by having no body to identify with as experiencing pain at having nobody. Anyone else feel this way?
The way I word things can make it hard for people to relate, so I'll just say it one more time: what about having a witness to your suffering? Do you think you've ever dissociated out of necessity, because since there was nobody to help you, the only way to cope was having no body, so to speak?
Thanks for reading, I hope you can get something out of contributing to this thread if you choose to do so, and I hope you are doing okay tonight -- take care :)