brandic wrote:Does this happen to anyone else? That you sort of "shut off" and no parts really there?
This has absolutely happened to me, exactly as you described. Only after I realized that I had DID did I know what it was for me: dissociation, without switching.
A couple years ago I got triggered by a visit from my sister. I'd been estranged from her for twenty years but she had been trying to reconnect. I knew it was risky having her stay in my home, she is in incredible denial, but she's a good person and I love her. She and a roommate and I went to a restaurant and her pontificating blather, modeled from our mother, got to me.
On the surface, it was a pleasant dinner but I wanted to escape like crazy, so I just felt myself going away. I went inside and the noise and sounds and lights of the restaurant were a distance away. My eyes would move, I was still watching but from a quiet, calmer place. The two kept asking me questions and then "are you all right?" So I would go back, answer something reasonable, then return inside. They kept trying to engage me, so when I heard them calling my name I'd come back and be a little unpleasant. They finally gave up.
I had no idea then it was dissociation but it wasn't new to me. I'd done this in more neutral situations, at boring meetings or presentations, in a theater where I didn't feel like watching the movie, on a train or plane if I were stuck near people talking who bugged me. I think I learned how to leave a minimal shell of me there to change the facial expression periodically so I wouldn't look like a zombie and alert anyone. For me, being able to do that was a gift but I don't have it anymore. But I
loved being able to go vapid, vacant.
I have memories of doing it as a child, when I needed to escape my body. When my mother would hurt a younger sibling, she would push me into the basement so I couldn't stop her. My body became very cold, so I would dissociate and fly out of my body, leaving just enough awareness there to respond quickly if, say, she opened the door. The self-assigned job of me as an alter was protecting my little sister, so I couldn't switch. I had to be 'ready' just in case but it was too cold to stay in the body.
Most discussions about money owed to me trigger me, not money I owe. Also anything to do with officialdom, taxes, filling out forms online, legal papers, etc. At least I'm beginning to make distinctions about what the quality of something is that triggers. So for a while, I thought any kind of paperwork did that but evidence showed that wasn't true so I'm honing down the specific element that is the trigger. I have no doubt a nasty memory lies behind that, and virtually all triggers.