As I read everyone's responses, I recognize responses that have happened to me...things I did not understand.
I still do not completely understand dissociation.
Sometimes, when I get real upset, I have lost time, found myself crying in another room and won't remember the words that 'tipped my scales' or what happened in between.
Twice (many years ago) I ran into a person who asked how I am, (once, "How is your child?") and I didn't have a clue of who they were and why I would share something so personal with someone I didn't know.
I have had strong, sudden responses to "similar traumatic happenings" in my life...
(I almost fainted when listening to a distraught mother telling her daughter's doctor and I about her daughter's childhood molestation. My co-workers took me to the ER, where my BP continued to run too low to return to work.)
I didn't understand this as related to past "happenings" until I started therapy. I
thought I was going leaving reality & in deep trouble.
Because I have a medical background I researched what I was experiencing, trying to understand and fix it myself for almost 2 years before sharing with a counselor...afraid I'd be "put away." And that was a huge mistake for I was ridiculed.
I kept what may be dissociative occurrences very private after that.
I have finally tentatively shared some of this with my present counselor.
As I write about this, my face starts to tingle and I feel upset...deep breaths come automatically now when this happens.
I am so glad that I've returned to therapy and that I have joined this forum.
And I apologize RecoveringFromPtsd for attempting to give you advise. It was the "nurse in me" and my nature to try to help in any way that I can.
Ha...I know nothing of what I even need.
Right now, I know that I need to take care of me...that entails returning to someone who will try to assist me (he asked me to notice in my body, where and what I was feeling when discussing a trigger I had had...somatic, right?)
I'm filling boxes, emptying and throwing, giving away, listening to beautiful music, writing to you...and will take a needed walk in a bit.
I try to find 'beauty in the midst, in the mist'...I have a wonderful memory if a very gray day, both within me and outside...a day long drizzle and no sun...just dull gray. Somehow I managed to pick myself up off the floor and I grabbed my bright turchoise raincoat. I walked outside and saw my yellow rose bush in full bloom... I stood there, taking pictures in the rain. As I did this, the greyness within started to dissipate.
And now I have a actually picture of a beautiful yellow rose covered with raindrops (teardrops!) to remind me that our feelings are like the weather...the storm will pass.
A rainbow may appear...and the rose still stands tall.
Again, I wish you all well. I hold you in my heart and prayers.
It "takes a village to raise a child"...maybe it takes a village to authentically heal.