I'm trying to figure out what exactly happened on Christmas night, and if this is considered "normal" PTSD behavior. Parts I remember and parts my carer had to fill me in on.
I remember staying at a different friends house, but they had to go into work so I was on my own for the night. I have been having issues of waking up from a terror and literally just running away. I will "wake up" someplace new and have to make my way back to where ever I started. Not a good thing to happen in the midwest during winter, but this happened that night. I have started sleeping in really warm clothes and shoes just in case this happens (usually occurs when it's been a rough couple of nights). I kept my phone in my pocket so when I woke up on a trail near the house I was able to call for help. I had to call my carer, even though I knew he had family stuff, or was sleeping (11 or so at night). I was mostly lucid at this point, a little scared but I knew what I needed to do to get to safety again. The cold was getting to me (14F that night), but I kept walking my way back to the house, even though I just wanted to lay down and sleep. Pretty sure that was from hypothermia at this point.
It took a while but my carer found me in a park (on the way to the house), I remember parts but this is were things get really fuzzy. He gets me in the truck, and we argue, I wanted to go to my car and go to my apartment (45 min drive away) and he wanted me back at his place where he could watch me. We went to his place, I remember zoning in and out along the way to his place.
I don't remember much from this point foward. He said once we were there I didn't want to get my stuff, I was really out of it, and what little I would slur was about not wanting to go in. That's when it started to happen. I thought he was a person from my past abuse, I kept saying I'll do whatever he wants as long as he doesnt burn me again. Since I don't remember this part, I don't know if there was something that triggered me or what. Some how he convinced me to get in the apartment and into the warmth again.
I didn't recognize his place. I kept asking to take a shower first to get warm then we could do whatever he wanted (still thinking he was a person named Jason). He kept reminding me he was not Jason, kept asking who I thought he was. After awhile he just decided to let me take a shower first, I was shivering really bad probably. I can sort of remember what happened next. He gave me a towel, kept asking who he was, I made a move to the bathroom, and it felt like I was trapped against the hallway wall, he bumped my arm and it sent me running and crying into the bathroom. I thought he was Jason, I was very scared. I locked the door and started crying.
I don't remember this part but he said there was a lot of crying, lot of him talking through the door. I still thought he was Jason. Eventually he convinced me to open the door and look at him. Hoping I would see who it really was. I was still crying, hiding my face, and then it was like a slow lightbulb, I started realizing where I was, he asked who he was and I got it right. It took maybe 15 min from opening the door to realizing he was my carer. Still with lots of crying going on.
He calmed me down after that, and was very sweet about everything, but what happened really scared me. Right after that I couldn't remember anything. I remembered being at my friends house, but not going to bed, not calling my carer (I was lucid when I made that call originally). Things have started to come back, it seems like the more emotional I was the less clear things are, but I have a general idea of what happened now, even if I don't remember parts myself.
What was this, a flashback, really bad dissociation, what? Is it normal to not remember anything right afterwards? Or to have things start to come back slowly?
I haven't had it happen this way before. I have woken up from a terror and thought I was still in it. I'm guessing this is also what happens when I run, but no one is around to engage me or point out where I really am so I simply run away like when I was little. My memeories from christmas night are similar to those times when I dissociated from a terror, but I haven't done this from being awake yet.
It really scares me, and I'm really worried about what is going on, or having this happen again.
I remember staying at a different friends house, but they had to go into work so I was on my own for the night. I have been having issues of waking up from a terror and literally just running away. I will "wake up" someplace new and have to make my way back to where ever I started. Not a good thing to happen in the midwest during winter, but this happened that night. I have started sleeping in really warm clothes and shoes just in case this happens (usually occurs when it's been a rough couple of nights). I kept my phone in my pocket so when I woke up on a trail near the house I was able to call for help. I had to call my carer, even though I knew he had family stuff, or was sleeping (11 or so at night). I was mostly lucid at this point, a little scared but I knew what I needed to do to get to safety again. The cold was getting to me (14F that night), but I kept walking my way back to the house, even though I just wanted to lay down and sleep. Pretty sure that was from hypothermia at this point.
It took a while but my carer found me in a park (on the way to the house), I remember parts but this is were things get really fuzzy. He gets me in the truck, and we argue, I wanted to go to my car and go to my apartment (45 min drive away) and he wanted me back at his place where he could watch me. We went to his place, I remember zoning in and out along the way to his place.
I don't remember much from this point foward. He said once we were there I didn't want to get my stuff, I was really out of it, and what little I would slur was about not wanting to go in. That's when it started to happen. I thought he was a person from my past abuse, I kept saying I'll do whatever he wants as long as he doesnt burn me again. Since I don't remember this part, I don't know if there was something that triggered me or what. Some how he convinced me to get in the apartment and into the warmth again.
I didn't recognize his place. I kept asking to take a shower first to get warm then we could do whatever he wanted (still thinking he was a person named Jason). He kept reminding me he was not Jason, kept asking who I thought he was. After awhile he just decided to let me take a shower first, I was shivering really bad probably. I can sort of remember what happened next. He gave me a towel, kept asking who he was, I made a move to the bathroom, and it felt like I was trapped against the hallway wall, he bumped my arm and it sent me running and crying into the bathroom. I thought he was Jason, I was very scared. I locked the door and started crying.
I don't remember this part but he said there was a lot of crying, lot of him talking through the door. I still thought he was Jason. Eventually he convinced me to open the door and look at him. Hoping I would see who it really was. I was still crying, hiding my face, and then it was like a slow lightbulb, I started realizing where I was, he asked who he was and I got it right. It took maybe 15 min from opening the door to realizing he was my carer. Still with lots of crying going on.
He calmed me down after that, and was very sweet about everything, but what happened really scared me. Right after that I couldn't remember anything. I remembered being at my friends house, but not going to bed, not calling my carer (I was lucid when I made that call originally). Things have started to come back, it seems like the more emotional I was the less clear things are, but I have a general idea of what happened now, even if I don't remember parts myself.
What was this, a flashback, really bad dissociation, what? Is it normal to not remember anything right afterwards? Or to have things start to come back slowly?
I haven't had it happen this way before. I have woken up from a terror and thought I was still in it. I'm guessing this is also what happens when I run, but no one is around to engage me or point out where I really am so I simply run away like when I was little. My memeories from christmas night are similar to those times when I dissociated from a terror, but I haven't done this from being awake yet.
It really scares me, and I'm really worried about what is going on, or having this happen again.