After watching my dad waste away and die from a brain tumor when I was 15, I would go into these dissociative states with only a vague memory of what happened during them after I “woke” up. I had only experienced a couple of episodes, when, One day, I had a teacher hold me after class and angrily saying she saw what I was doing after school yesterday and how disappointed she was in me. I sat there, confused, because the only thing I did yesterday was tutor some kids after school. She dismissed shortly after, and I was to scared to ask what she saw me do because I had no memory of going into a dissociative state and was scared they were getting worse. I had a number of similar episodes the following months. I never told anyone about them mostly because I was scared of what people would do if they found out but also because I didn’t want to know what I was doing during them, scared I was doing something really bad. It’s been ten years since my last one but they still keep me up at night sometimes.