I am new to this group and I hope to find some support here. The first time I ever remember experiencing Dissociation was about four years ago. It was a night when my brother decided to get drunk again; well during his drunken binge he lost his cell phone and he started going into a rampage because he thought that someone had stolen it. He started breaking things in the house and yelling at the top of his lungs and getting extremely violent. I tried to just ignore him but I kept saying out loud that I can't take this anymore and that is all I remember. The next thing I know it is morning and I am curled up on the floor in my walk in closet sucking my thumb and holding a rag doll that I had not held since I was five years old. That is when I realized that when my brother gets drunk that my 4 year old alter named Samantha comes out to protect me.