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Dissociation (new diagnosis)
I have been recently given a new diagnosis of a dissociative disorder.
Most people experience dissociation in ways of feeling numb, floating through the day, or find themselves staring into space and not knowing how long you’ve been “out for”
(If you scroll down my page you’ll find a few posts about dissociation)
But in a nut shell, dissociation happens when you’re brain can’t cope or process something difficult.
My “condition” is more unusual. When my brain can’t cope or process something painful I completely black out, kind of like a “faint” which lasts between a couple of seconds and a couple of minutes.
It starts with my hands and feet going numb as if I had been sitting on them and I can’t feel them. A few seconds after this my entire body goes limp and the world spins. If I’m stood up my body will slump to the ground like a sack of potato’s. Once I feel my hands going numb its a warning to sit down to avoid injury. Once my body is limp and I’m either on the floor or slumped on a chair the world spins for a couple of seconds and then BAM! I’m unconscious.
Its scary. I dread leaving the house alone, and I hate the stress I put on my boyfriend.
Its a rare form of dissociation, and I never knew about it before I spoke to my psychiatric doctor about my fainting problem.
There is no medication I can take to stop it happening.
The only thing that *might* help is talking therapies. To talk about what is stressing me, to talk about anything that I find hard to deal with. And hopefully in time it will help to stop it happening.
But at the moment it happens between 2-5 times a day.
I just have to live with this for the time being 💪
Idk maybe you’re having a rough day so here is what some animals would look like if they had a pugs face okay bye
When one door closes
Open it again.
Its a door
That’s how they work
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