I swear, sometimes dissociation seems like a superpower. Sarah was trying to help our roommate move some of his stuff into our storage unit since we have so much unused space in it, and she got really overwhelmed. Partly by noise just from being out of the house, partly from the stress (we are in the process of moving), and partly because she banged the back of our truck into a wall while at the storage place. She had a full on screaming meltdown and just couldn't take it any more.
So I stepped in to take over. She went inside to rest and I came out feeling pretty happy and upbeat and looking forward to the rest of the work. We ended up moving more stuff than originally planned. And now here I am at home playing games. I feel like the day has gone really well, but I know that before I came out the day was turning out to be horrible for Sarah.
But, yeah, that's dissociation, I guess. Those bad things from earlier? They didn't happen to me.




