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So,recently I posted how I have been going through a wave of dissociation and how upsetting it has been to me.It seems to have abated quite a bit,but something else I wanted to mention here is that I have the ability to *make* myself dissociate.
I can just-go away.
I have a feeling this isn't that uncommon among us with PTSD?
I feel like it is a reactive coping mechansim,as unhealthy as it may be.
I find I do this when I am in a situation where I am amid a great deal of stimulation,or even on what should be a peaceful walk.
I tend to just unfocus my eyes,and pull back quite conciously.
I do lose time doing this,and I do think *trying* to dissociate only triggers a full blown dissociative episode.It is also probably not putting me in the safest zone to be in when I am in public and really need to be quite aware of my surroundings and possible dangers.The ironly of that is in forcing myself to dissociate i feel like i am protecting myself,although I realize how foolish a belief that is.
I may have learned this "skill" as a child.
To quiet the screaming in my house.
I also remember as a child staring into the bathroom mirror for a very long time until my identity would simply disappear.
I don't know that I am asking anything in this post except for your thoughts,and maybe your warnings....I don't think I should be doing this.
I probably had better stop.
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A recurring theme in my own recovery has been that a great many of my psych symptoms are strengths used badly and/or used to unbalanced extremes. Dissociation is one of those symptoms. Used gently and sparingly, dissociation can get me through a tedious, unpleasant or traumatic event. As a way of life, it leads to isolation and psychoses(pl).
Flashbacks are another. The same still unidentified mechanism which causes us to relive bygone trauma in vivid detail will also allow us to relive a joyous summer day in equally vivid detail. As my recovery has progressed, I have found I can even feel the breeze and sun on my face as I swing lazily in a hammock. It goes well with the gently used dissociation which gets me through a tedious board meeting. Equally, flashbacks can alert me to when herstory is repeating itself and I need to find another response to an unhealthy sequence of events in the here and now.
The list goes on and on. Vigilance vs. hyper-vigilance. Anxiety vs. constant worrying. Flight vs running away. Fight vs. standing my ground. Logic vs prejudice. Starting over vs self-sabotage. Etcetera, etceteri.
I share your concern about this being very dangerous ground to explore for someone such as myself whose natural instincts have been pushed to psychotic extremes. Old habits die hard. My own safeguard is leaning heavily on my therapy support network while I explore. Reality checks needed. My head is not a safe neighborhood to travel alone. I always take backup and listen carefully to what my supporters have to say.
For what it's worth
I no longer believe I actually disappear, but I still believe invisibility is my superpower. I can disappear into your assumptions and if you can't see me, you can't stop me. I'm getting away with quite allot of mischief here in my senior years. I's just a helpless, doddering old lady. Go ahead and look right past me with all due prejudice. I don't mind.
Peace.
TRIGGER WARNING
For example, in the 4th year of the civil war the rebels carried out a wave of kidnappings of foreigners in my neighborhood. One was my Us citizen neighbor Dan Mitrione, wh0se son Matt was 12 years old like me. I'd been on sleepovers to his house and he'd been to sleep over at mine. We were in the same class at school, too.
As this Wikipedia link shows, the rebels kidnapped and killed Matt's dad. So when the rebels stole our van from in front of our house, we were very still inside hoping they weren't stealing it to kidnap us. We were all perfectly still, frozen, and quietly dissociating to survive.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_Mitrione
From then on that was what I was taught to do for the next 2 years of the civil war, the last battles of which were fought in my neighborhood. But then came a Dirty War wave of terror from Operation Condor by the victorious government troops of Chile, Argentina, and my Uruguay who tortured me the next year.
After that, every time you saw one of the military dictatorship's death squad trucks cruising the city, you froze and went in your mind to your happy place, hoping they didn't grab you and disappear you. They did disappear between 9,000 and30,000 people who have not been found to this day.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirty_War
I almost disappeared when I was tortured in December of1973 by Operation Condor troops, but the officer's gun jammed twice when he pulled the trigger. I dissociated to save my life staying frozen so as not to provoke him any further. I couldn't dissociate enough to avoid wetting my pants in fear, but after the second trigger pull on his jammed gun he got no response from me to he just got bored from trying to kill me and let me go.
My trick in recovery with my VA therapist, then, was how to be grateful that the real skill of dissociating saved my life many times over the years so I could live with how it got hard wired into my young brain forever. It's a real trick because, though I wish I didn't, I dissociate about 3 times a day now still.
The thing is,I feel like I have a lot to escape.
My OCD,my flashbacks,my anxiety,it is like i am using one aspect of my inner world to quiet another.
Does that make any sense at all??
I so hope that therapy helps you with this.