agreed with a lot of both posts.
i did feel depersonalization just the other day - and can't remember now just when, it may have been yesterday. I wanted to remember what happened so i could write it down last night and tell t. but now it is gone. I know i had an anxiety attack at our choir party yesterday. i know it started with a trigger in the concert. we sang to raise money for a domestic violence shelter and the lady had to give a speech about DV. that was the trigger. i tried to draw during then, but it didn't help. I was writing a letter in code to my friend (we've done that for 18 years) so others couldn't read it. When walking on to the risers, i was floating and feeling not real. I thought what would happen if my foot misses the stair - will i fall? or float to the celing? Will any one notice? What if i'm not real. But i got to my sopt and pressed against the railing for support because i didn't think my body would support me.
I got lost on the way to the party, but found another member. Then started crying because i didn't want to be driving and possibly lost when i was this switched out.
At the party someone asked me my name and an alter answered with hers. Then the anxiety hit hard. I didn't know these people (i know a few, but not well), some older man who sets off all my warning bells was flirting with me. And i just wanted to hide. I did take the anxiety pill but it didn't really help. I left early - just as everyone was showing (in attitude) how much wine they had had.

I also relate to the alters and cutting on the body when they are spaced out (not feeling real) or mad (showing anger), or attacking the body because they didn't like a response it had. Sometimes clothes attack the body - sometimes it is too much to have this thing that can be oversensitive. Other times it is numbed out and we feel nothing at all - not cold, hunger, pain. Well, i guess we do feel it - but it doesn't matter. Or other times we want it to not matter - as a punishment. see how long the body can endure that.

I feel that I have stopped making sense.