[precaryous]

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What I’m wondering is...when my parent beat me with a belt for telling the fifth grade teacher i was sad because he was seeing another woman.....and I popped out of my body....dissociating FOR SURE...

My question is...when he terrified me so badly that I left my body...does trauma like that make it easier or more likely you will dissociate in the future?

Or is that just me..how I am?
Does encountering trauma once or twice make it more likely or easier for me to pop out of my body?

[amandalouise]

Originally Posted by precaryous

Possible trigger:

What I’m wondering is...when my parent beat me with a belt for telling the fifth grade teacher i was sad because he was seeing another woman.....and I popped out of my body....dissociating FOR SURE...

My question is...when he terrified me so badly that I left my body...does trauma like that make it easier or more likely you will dissociate in the future?

Or is that just me..how I am?
Does encountering trauma once or twice make it more likely or easier for me to pop out of my body?

each person is different, you will need to contact your own treatment providers who can answer this for you as it directly relates to you.

for me it took repeated long term abuse before the age of 5.

All I can say is my experience. The brain is a marvellous organ. It has more tools to protect us then we can count. Dissociation is a tool...used in extreme circumstances. Used it before we even realized what it was or what was happening. Therapy helped us handle events without crossing the dissociation line.

[precaryous]

Originally Posted by cavaliers

All I can say is my experience. The brain is a marvellous organ. It has more tools to protect us then we can count. Dissociation is a tool...used in extreme circumstances. Used it before we even realized what it was or what was happening. Therapy helped us handle events without crossing the dissociation line.

That was my experience, too. I was ten years old and I had no idea what had happened. At one point I remember thinking to myself, ‘I’m not going to let this hurt me anymore..’ and *poof* I was floating up by the ceiling looking down. I had no anger, fear or feelings. I was just observing.

I never mentioned it to my parents or teachers. How could I find words to explain it? I didn’t understand it, myself.

[Fuzzybear]

Just observing...

Thanks for posting this. I wish you luck with the ‘`providers”..