I relate....
I think it is a protective mechanism developed early that becomes a problem when you carry it with you out of the situation/environment it protected you from.
When I dissociate, the difference is that I am up on the ceiling watching me vs feeling like there is a kind of barrier between myself and the world around me (eg--like Sylvia Plath's Bell Jar...)
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/ the bones of that word mend slowly...' marie harris
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