Quote: but it was like when a shark feeds and the membrane goes up over it's eyes to protect them. My brain would do that sort of thing...put up this membrane of sorts...then, when it was over...the membrane was gone...the act was locked-up nicely and neatly in it's own little brain-compartment and filed away. I always thought it was outside of myself...
This sounds very much like detachment, a skill that victims of abuse often develop to escape an abuser. Some people experience it as watching themselves or as physical numbness. I don't remember if you said you were in counseling or not but it may be helpful to discuss it with a therepist.
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
