Hi Hobbit,
The reason I find disassociation so scary is because I'm not the only one who thinks I'm going crazy.
I also suffer occasionally from a form of nominal aphasia whereby I might momentarily forget the name of something very common. I put all this down to the fact that there's so much going on in my world that I just can't remember everything and that my mind simply needs to take a break occasionally.
My husband, on the other hand, (PTSD sufferer, age 66) thinks it's all about my age (I'll be 57 in November).
If he forgets the name of something, or to do something, it's because he has PTSD. If I forget, he tells me he's worried about my memory lapses and the possibility that I'm developing dementia (there's no history of it in my family but there is in his family). If I find myself on autopilot to the extent that I don't remember what I've done for part of the day it's not disassociation, it's age-related memory loss.
Would carers really be that much more appreciated if people understood that the pressure we were under caused us to disassociate ourselves? I honestly don't think so. Unless you are a carer it's just not possible to understand what a carer goes through. Friends who have nursed family members through cancer have, in the past, contacted me to see if I was okay and coping with things. Their rationale was that everyone thinks about the patient but nobody stops to think about the carer.
Another reason many carers aren't appreciated is because those they care for don't have physical ailments. If someone is undergoing chemo there are often visual side effects. When someone suffers from a mental illness there's usually nothing visual for people to come to grips with. In my case, my husband presents a happy face to the world and only our very closest friends and family know the extent of his illness. Even then they don't know the fullest extent because he hides himself from them as well. The only person he shows the depths of his depression to, is me. As a result I get told "he's not that bad" or "he's not as bad you say".
They're wrong and they don't understand that the reason I'm not the happy-go-lucky person that came into their lives 25 years ago is because for the past 12 years I've been living with my husband's illness. His illness but our problem.