One time when I was a teenager and still going to Highschool, I had probably one of the scariest moments of dissociation for me? I'm no stranger to dissociating, and having a worrying sense of time, but this would probably take the cake (at the time).
I was in Biology and the class had passed worksheets around (or a test, I can't recall which). I started writing the date and I could feel someone behind me leaning over my desk to glance at my worksheet. And then she pointed out, "Hey, that date's wrong." I pause. Glance at the date, and find myself growing confused.
Because in my mind, it's absolutely not wrong. But of course, I'm the wrong one. I'd set the month back by quite a few. It was currently September, and I thought it was April. I think it's fairly common for people to get the date wrong, maybe they'll think it's a different month. But soon enough, they'll realize that is wrong.
But in my case? I argued the point. I tried to argue with this chick that it wasn't September, and I even COUNTED ON MY FINGERS. There was not a single bit of inkling in my mind that I was wrong, no slow, dawning realization. One moment, I was trying to figure out how to explain that this chick was wrong, the next?
snap
I jolt back to myself. Like I was just plain in a different time period right up until then. But honestly, yeah, that's not the worst bit of dissociating I've experienced. Even if it is scary.