Amnesiatic Dissociative Disorder

This is embarrassing, and I just have to go what my Mamaw, which is what they call a Grandparent here, especially when you are getting as ancient as I am. I have the amnesiatic type of dissociative disorder. It doesn't happen as much as it used to, and when it does I can't remember it. My Mamaw was old school, I cannot even begin to tell you the skills this lady had. I was around 8 years old, when my abuse started and apparently so did the amnesiatic dissociative disorder. She would have been approaching her mid seventies, and they had a group that got together called a quilting Bee. Apparently while she and two of the members of her quilting Bee were in her kitchen sewing and working. I had one of these things. I had no idea what had happened, but the kitchen they were in, here comes my little 8yo bottom, and she had a large trash can sitting beside the refrigerator. I apparently walked walked in the kitchen to this trash can, in front of these three old women, and promptly took a whizz in the trash can. She told me about it later and was laughing a great deal over it. She thought I was sleepwalking. What she found so funny was that one of the ladies in her quilting Bee was named Anna B., almost everyone down here had two names back then. She apparently told the other ladies, I would surely never have a problem finding a wife. Oh my gosh, that was 45 years ago and I still find it embarassing.