I experienced detachment a year ago over the summer. I had no idea what it was, and it was TERRIFYING. All I knew was that I would randomly wake up in the middle of the night and my body was moving but my mind wasn’t thinking about the motions. I’d look down and literally think…”When did I walk here?” and I would look in the mirror and think, “This isn’t right…I’m looking at myself from outside of myself.” Scary, scary times. I remember the RELIEF I got when I told my mother about it and she said, “Oh yeah, I’ve heard of that type of thing happening during panic attacks.” It didn’t make it stop, per se, but boy did it make it less scary when I knew I wasn’t actually going crazy. Or being abducted by aliens. O_O