I feel like the more and more I read about dissociation the more I have the "classic case" so to speak. I can remember (and when I say remember, I have no memory of the time I spent dissociating, I just remember it happened and who I was) the first time it happened I was 12. My friend told me I was walking around the room touching and describing things and crying. I was in a trance. From what he described to me I was in my great grandmother's apartment who had passed away. I have never directly cried about a death before (sober) and I have gone through many. I guess my body needed to dissociate to cry about it? That was my conclusion.
The next time it happened was years later when I was 18. I thought I was in the 30's at a party. That one has happened twice and both times I was under the influence and alcohol and one time I was taken to the hospital where I was pumped full of adavan (sp?) and slept for 24 hours. I never received therapy. I knew this one was building because I had met my neighbors. I lovely married couple who were both sexually abused and both had ptsd. The wife had been manic for well over a year and assumed a different personality completely. This was before they had met. I became close to them very quickly because they were kind and I was lost. But it brought up so much that I have never dealt with. I started to stress about little things like the store not having my brand of toothpaste so I left my whole cart filled with stuff and went home and cried. I was having nervous break-downs and I was also addicted to vicodin.
The one time that is was really bad, I was dating a guy and had been stressed and things were going very badly. He had ptsd from the war in Iraq and would have weird anger bouts (steroids also) and I would leave him. The night he broke up with me, was the last straw on my stress scale. He found me walking around his apt complex and he told me I was covered in leaves and grass and I looked lost. I had reverted to my 5 year old self. For two days I colored and drank chocolate milk. I would cry if I did not have a straw. So that is where I call it the classic case. Reverting to childhood self. My neighbors picked me up and took care of me at their house and helped me get therapy when I was back to me and felt well again. I was so confused and scared I stopped therapy. I met a man and we dated for a long time and now I have a beautiful son and life is wonderful. Have been happy and non-dissocitative. Yet I am fearful it will happen again with the baby around. Though I am well now.
So now that all of this is out, I am still so confused as to why I did all of this. I have some child hood trauma. But I have chunks of memory missing. Or at least I think I do. I remember one day coming home from school when I was 8 and my mom's boyfriend was home and then I remember scrubbing the sink and crying. I have no memory of what happened in between if their was anything at all. Is it possible to cut out trauma and never get it back? How do I get a full diagnoses if we can't find the missing pieces?
There are things I am aware of that have to do with my trauma. All sexual. I was older, 13-16 but it was all still very vile to me.
Sorry my story is so long. I just have never reached out before and now I am trying to feel like I am not alone.
The next time it happened was years later when I was 18. I thought I was in the 30's at a party. That one has happened twice and both times I was under the influence and alcohol and one time I was taken to the hospital where I was pumped full of adavan (sp?) and slept for 24 hours. I never received therapy. I knew this one was building because I had met my neighbors. I lovely married couple who were both sexually abused and both had ptsd. The wife had been manic for well over a year and assumed a different personality completely. This was before they had met. I became close to them very quickly because they were kind and I was lost. But it brought up so much that I have never dealt with. I started to stress about little things like the store not having my brand of toothpaste so I left my whole cart filled with stuff and went home and cried. I was having nervous break-downs and I was also addicted to vicodin.
The one time that is was really bad, I was dating a guy and had been stressed and things were going very badly. He had ptsd from the war in Iraq and would have weird anger bouts (steroids also) and I would leave him. The night he broke up with me, was the last straw on my stress scale. He found me walking around his apt complex and he told me I was covered in leaves and grass and I looked lost. I had reverted to my 5 year old self. For two days I colored and drank chocolate milk. I would cry if I did not have a straw. So that is where I call it the classic case. Reverting to childhood self. My neighbors picked me up and took care of me at their house and helped me get therapy when I was back to me and felt well again. I was so confused and scared I stopped therapy. I met a man and we dated for a long time and now I have a beautiful son and life is wonderful. Have been happy and non-dissocitative. Yet I am fearful it will happen again with the baby around. Though I am well now.
So now that all of this is out, I am still so confused as to why I did all of this. I have some child hood trauma. But I have chunks of memory missing. Or at least I think I do. I remember one day coming home from school when I was 8 and my mom's boyfriend was home and then I remember scrubbing the sink and crying. I have no memory of what happened in between if their was anything at all. Is it possible to cut out trauma and never get it back? How do I get a full diagnoses if we can't find the missing pieces?
There are things I am aware of that have to do with my trauma. All sexual. I was older, 13-16 but it was all still very vile to me.
Sorry my story is so long. I just have never reached out before and now I am trying to feel like I am not alone.