When it happens, I have access to all memories (I think) and I know that its 2013, but a lot of the "grown-up" me isn't there. Like I don't have all his faculties, or vocabulary and verbal skill, for example. Also, it feels like its 1978. A lot of stuff from then is more close to the surface. I can feel the layout of the apartment I lived in (and would move out of 2 years later, followed by a dozen or so apartments since). I can recall things I liked to eat, shows I would watch on TV. It's all like I'm there, except its not a flashback as I understand them.
Emotionally, I feel 6. I don't have more complex feelings, and I don't have as much anger as grown-up me either. I'm very very scared a lot, and feel helpless. I experience weird "intrusive" thoughts/feelings of grown-up me, that are disturbing and only last seconds. And the years from 1978-2013 feel like suppressed, like things I'm trying not to remember.
This state can last many many hours, until I sleep. When I wake, it is with a nghtmarish feeling of being here and now again.
I feel a lot like grown-up me has fled, or disappeared. I am aware he is gone and not sure where he is or if/when he's coming back. It's a bizarre feeling of being abandoned by myself.
I am not so much hung up on what this would be diagnosed as (unless its a very serious symptom of something I need to see a specialist about) as I am concerned why its happening and what it means. I know there have been a ton of abandonment triggers this year, and also completely overwhelming level of stress. I literally cannot conceive of how I put my life together to have a future. It feels like the future I was building has blown apart. So I can understand very broadly why I'd be experiencing more extreme things, but this "symptom" feels very extreme.
When I'm not 6 year-old me, I do not feel coherently like 41 year-old me. I have holes in my functional memory, and trouble with basic self-care. Can't shower or shave, keep saying I'll do things around the house but can't get out of bed at all. No concentration.
All I know to do is rest rest rest, and hope that I'll feel better. I'm scared this is not enough to put humpty dumpty together again.
PJ pulled up Sesame Street on YouTube for me the other night. It was really weird. I was transfixed. Also, Bob and Louise and Gordon and (Linda?) are all still on the show, which was also making it weird to keep track of what year it is.