Sometimes I get flashbacks to weird but not overtly traumatic memories from my early childhood. Like disconnected pieces of memories, the things that happen in them aren't always very suspicious, but it's more the feeling that comes with them, this horrible feeling like I'm crawling out of my skin. Mostly they play out like movies, I see them from an outside perspective and they feel surreal almost like dreams.
Lately, I've been questioning one of the more recurring ones. I had to have been around six, it was summer and that dusk evening time. And my mom and my siblings were playing outside, I'm watching them from my bedroom. I'm in my pajamas and I just know that I can't go outside. That I've done something really bad and I'm being punished. Then my mom comes upstairs and asks why I'm not outside playing with everybody and I start crying and tell her I can't and she just walks away. That's where it cuts out.
I started wondering what the heck happened before that, why I was there and why I would act that way, and it was the creepiest thing, I just heard what had to have been my own voice, it sounded like me, saying "no, you can't go there" and just had this really intense panic attack and then checked out for the rest of the afternoon. I haven't dissociated involuntarily in a while. I've noticed before when I think too much about certain things I check out, but this was different.
I'm kind of confused about where my head's at and what's going on up there.
Lately, I've been questioning one of the more recurring ones. I had to have been around six, it was summer and that dusk evening time. And my mom and my siblings were playing outside, I'm watching them from my bedroom. I'm in my pajamas and I just know that I can't go outside. That I've done something really bad and I'm being punished. Then my mom comes upstairs and asks why I'm not outside playing with everybody and I start crying and tell her I can't and she just walks away. That's where it cuts out.
I started wondering what the heck happened before that, why I was there and why I would act that way, and it was the creepiest thing, I just heard what had to have been my own voice, it sounded like me, saying "no, you can't go there" and just had this really intense panic attack and then checked out for the rest of the afternoon. I haven't dissociated involuntarily in a while. I've noticed before when I think too much about certain things I check out, but this was different.
I'm kind of confused about where my head's at and what's going on up there.