You Know You've Been Dissociating/being Absent Minded When...

[ssw]

....when its not a question of WHAt I ate today, its a question of DID I eat today.

Oh. I've done that. xD

 

[Teasel]

When you forget that you are hungry and forget that you put food on the stove to eat!

 

[ssw]

When you forget that you are hungry and forget that you put food on the stove to eat!

I've done that one too. xD I've forgotten to eat for 24 hours straight.

 

[Forgetful]

When you pour soda on dinner instead of ketchup. Oop . :roflmao: :eek:

 

[Chincho]

When you can't remember if you took your meds and wonder what is worse: not taking them or taking them twice.

 

[UnKnown-Self]

I know I'm dissociating and being absent minded when I see a thread like this one and have to scroll back three times to see what the topic was again and forget what I was going to say.

 

[UnKnown-Self]

When you keep finding things in the laundry you know you wash, dried and put away and don't remember wearing them.

 

[ladee]

@Alice.in.Wonderland, All the time here lately... but I just found out it's almost Fathers day... alrighty then.... spacey and drifting identified... whoop F*ckin' Eeee, some thing else to work on...

 

[ladee]

When you find an email that someone here on the forum sent you... dated April 10...

 

[UnKnown-Self]

I dissociate a lot when I find a task triggering. People, well normal people and untrained Ts don't understand. Yes, I realize it's avoidance but it is more. The task ceases to exist. For months after H died I was preparing to move. I packed books and my clothes and it seemed like I was doing a lot.
The closer and closer I got to actually moving I had unbelievable exhaustion. To go up steps I literally had to grab the railing with both hands and pull. I had physical pain and used braces and pillows to try to sleep. This was a complete 180 from how I normally am physically.
My children got together Thanksgiving week, packed things up and got me moved. I started packing in July.
The bedroom H and I shared, nothing was packed. It was like the walk in closet ceased to exist.
Mostly what I had been doing was walking around from room to room in a daze. A total space cadet. I hardly did anything, yet I was unaware I wasn't doing anything.

I am like that with getting myself removed as administrator of H estate. I have to copy papers and send them to the lawyer. I finally got some together now they are locked in my drawer at work so I can copy them. I HAVE to do this first thing Monday morning.

I know it makes me look like I have something to hide and I'm dragging my feet. I try to explain the PTSD but that's spitting in the wind so I stopped.

 

[Changing4Best]

Sometimes my brain feels "funny" for lack of a better word. It is a physical feeling that also affects me mentally. It is hard to explain, but I have tried to explain it by saying that it feels like my brain is missing or not there! It feels kind of like my head is empty? I feel diminished in abilities and have a tough time doing my usual things when this happens. Lack of sleep can bring it on, but other things can do so also. One day it happened really badly when I was with friends and it was all I could do to just sit there and be there and not freak out. It was really strong that day, because added to it was a feeling that I was drugged or something. My vision was affected and my thoughts were just of fear about how I was feeling. I did not speak to anyone or anything like that. I just sat there as quietly as I could and did not move for over an hour.

Later I thought maybe I had mistakenly taken my morning medicines twice or something, since I am forgetful and could have forgotten if I had taken them already and done so again. I now have a medicine box that I can check to see if I have taken them. This has not happened since I have had the meds box with its daily compartments for "Morning," "Noon," "Evening" and "Bedtime." I am glad I got this thing. It helps.

 

[Ronin]

When you find your phone with your old tags and even older photos.

Right. Tis wisely in the pack of 'shit I don't need, to be moved else, or trashed'.
You start by the phone, though. Memories, you might need against the madness.