There's a book on dissociation that my former T told me about, that had that name as a title. I could never read it though because the book itself was a major trigger. I wasn't ready for it then. I never talked to anyone about dissociating.

But I remember looking at the mirror and thinking, "who is that person? They sure look sad. Glad I'm not that sad, that looks pretty bad." I knew it was me in some sense.

Anyhow, I'm starting to get the same feeling again everyonce in a while, but now I think I'm just having to get used to slowly looking better. I got a new haircut and I really do look different. Every once in a while I look in the mirror and I think. "Wow, that's me!? I look OK !!"