sun seeker
Diamond Member
Usually, I claim I don't dissociate enough to have blackouts or forget what I've done. But there is the occasional time I find something that's hard to explain any other way, even by bad memory. Usually I'll try to find some plausible explanation, however unlikely. But there are times...
To say I had a rough night last night is the understatement of the year. I managed to get a few hours' sleep after an intensely emotional flashback and getting some awesome support here and elsewhere with processing it into the small hours of the morning. There was a brief flash of a dream about getting a message asking if I was dissociating. This morning I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by an 18 wheeler.
I heat my house with wood, and it's still cold enough to need a fire at least at night. I have to go out for the afternoon and since I had used up all the wood I had inside and wanted to have some ready for when I get home, I dragged myself out of bed this morning and out to the woodshed to chop some, understandably not looking forward to the task. Lo and behold, there was a large pile of wood already chopped.
I stood there scratching my head. If I'd already chopped the wood, I would have brought it in. Except I didn't. Unless a good wood chopping fairy came over during the night, I did this and forgot all about it. I can't see why I would have but boy was it welcome.
Anyone else have stories about pleasant surprises you've given yourself by blacking out what you've done?
To say I had a rough night last night is the understatement of the year. I managed to get a few hours' sleep after an intensely emotional flashback and getting some awesome support here and elsewhere with processing it into the small hours of the morning. There was a brief flash of a dream about getting a message asking if I was dissociating. This morning I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by an 18 wheeler.
I heat my house with wood, and it's still cold enough to need a fire at least at night. I have to go out for the afternoon and since I had used up all the wood I had inside and wanted to have some ready for when I get home, I dragged myself out of bed this morning and out to the woodshed to chop some, understandably not looking forward to the task. Lo and behold, there was a large pile of wood already chopped.
I stood there scratching my head. If I'd already chopped the wood, I would have brought it in. Except I didn't. Unless a good wood chopping fairy came over during the night, I did this and forgot all about it. I can't see why I would have but boy was it welcome.
Anyone else have stories about pleasant surprises you've given yourself by blacking out what you've done?
