This post will reference both sex and kink, though not in any way explicitly. Proceed only if you are comfortable reading about this aspect of my life.
I had a new experience this week, and it was one of those that is a combination of totally new and entirely expected.
I had some really intense, really kinky sex with The Flautist. Then we wandered out into my living room and sat down to eat, as refuelling was desperately needed. (So far, expected.) I thought back onto the sex that was just had and realized it was far away. That is, it felt foggy, distant, almost not there. I could recount the list of events and I don't think I lost any memories, but it was as though it happened last week rather than five minutes ago. This had never happened to me before.
However, I know what to call it: dissociation. That sense of being separated from oneself, of fogginess, is a standard part of dissociation.
I think a lot of people would be worried by this. I wasn't, in fact I found it rather fascinating. My brain working in new ways is usually just cool to me. Dissociation isn't bad in and of itself, rather it is just a part of human functioning that can be useful in some situations but can be a problem for some people if it goes too far. This didn't cause me any distress though because there wasn't any problem; the dissociation itself wasn't an issue and nothing bad happened because of it.
Pretty clearly this was due to my dual nature. In sexual situations Passion is in charge, and when the sex gets kinky and I can really let myself go Director fades to nearly nothing. I am nothing but a ball of primal instinct and raw emotion, lust and fury in equal measure. Afterwards Passion was dormant and Director was entirely in charge so it makes sense that the memories would seem indistinct and far away because Director can't access the Passion mindset. Memories laid down in an extreme mindset are harder to access outside of that mindset, and this applies to all of human experience, not just my own.
Of course my reaction was to immediately start talking about it in detached, technical terms since Director was in charge and that is how he rolls. The Flautist was kind of worried and seemed concerned that something was wrong. Most normal people that finish having sex and then immediately start talking about how their memories are weird and they are experiencing dissociation would be distressed. The average person is not just going to take that stuff in stride.
I rushed to reassure her that everything was fine. Yes, normal people who talk like this are probably freaking out, but I am not normal, particularly in this way.
This actually happens to me a lot. Not the dissociation after sex thing, but the talking about stuff in a totally detached, emotionless way that worries other people. I often end up entirely in Director mode, examining issues within myself or the world around me that most people would freak out about. I get mechanical almost, carefully taking apart ideas that would be emotionally fraught for most. When I do this I find people often get concerned, thinking that I must be really upset or unhinged and I cannot be trusted. I have to quickly reassure them that I am fine, and am just really interested in the details of this thing, not actually angry/sad/distraught.
If I am upset, I will say "I am upset." When I go on about potentially upsetting things but appear completely fine, I am actually completely fine. This is abnormal. For some reason.
This tendency of mine is a problem since I live around other people. It is useful sometimes to be able to be super detached like that, but it does make it really hard for the rest of the world to get me. I have to work to remind myself that people don't normally deal with things this way, and that I need to pretend to have standard emotional responses to grease the wheels of daily interactions.
Thankfully The Flautist believes me when I tell her that I am fine. She isn't the way I am, but she seems to get it, and I am even under the impression that she likes me despite (or because?) of it. I don't have to edit myself with her, but apparently I do need to offer explanations sometimes when I take a turn for the weird.
I think the person who best gets me in this way is Sthenno. We often sit around having discussions where we have utterly bizarre ways of being emotional and detached from the topic at hand. Our reactions make sense to us, but we both know that the rest of the world can't fathom how we work. We both have a regular feeling of "Whoops, I went and acted like myself there. Better pretend to be a human really quick so I don't upset everyone."
My experience was weird and unusual, but my response was entirely predictable and reinforced a pattern that is a constant in my life. No matter how far I go, here I am.