I had a stressful event happen(it was a trigger over something minor) and dissociated probable the worst I could remember in my life. My husband took me to the pdoc two days later and I tried to "snap out of it" , but I couldn't get out of it! He took me into the office and the Dr, took one look at me and said "What happened to her!?" She tried to talk to me but I kept floating off. He had to finish the appointment for me. I hated the feeling off helplessness like I had been drinking a bottle of Nyquil. That's when I first realized disassociation was real! School of Hard Knocks...ugh!