So I've been commenting in people's posts when they are unsure of what to do to cope with DP/DR and relating symptoms. I tell them to usuallly go out and do something they haven't yet done (staying within safety lines Ofcourse) and that it might help because your brain will see that it's your choice you're experiencing the feelings that you are and hopefully it'll shut off DP for a while or maybe even forever.
Well long story short, while takin pictures in a public parking lot for my photography class, I encountered a nice lady who seemed like she was in much distress. She was asking people for directions and road names and I took it that she might've been on the phone with maybe an uber or a taxi driver. (Which is weird because shouldn't the driver know where the streets are?!?)
Anyway, I walked up to her and told her the crossing street names and nearby roads and then talked the to taxi dispatcher for her. The dispatcher was so confusing that she even made me question where I live and I've been here for years! So I hung up the phone and asked the lady if she would be okay if I just gave her a ride to wherever she needed to go. Mind you that I did this because I knew I wouldn't normally do it so I felt like 1.) it was the right thing to do 2.) maybe this new situation will help out my dp/dr.
Apparently where she needed to go was literally a few streets down and she had just gotten out of the hospital for a kidney infection. (I saw her scripts and papers) She was also not from her I'm sure you could tell from the previous paragraph. She was in fact a Carnie. She worked a small mobile carnival that moves up and down the coast of Florida and the Carolinas. So now I'm like oooooooooookay this is really out of the ordinary.
Now personally I have never been to a carnival, amusement park, or even on any fair grounds so this was surely a sight. I asked her I could come inside and take some pictures of the Ferris wheel and people. She gladly said yes, introduced me to all of her co workers who thanked me for bringing her back safely, and then proceeded to do the craziest thing. (In my opinion)
She said would I like to ride all the rides for free. I told her they seemed intimidating and that I had never been to a carnival before. I feel like all of the carnies must have heard that because then the last thing I remember was being strapped in a crazy looking ride while they all yelled "You got it!!!" And stuff like "Don't die!" That ride plus 5 others were so crazy and intense for me as I had not ever done anything like it before.
Now what was cool was that in the midst of maybe the third ride, everything got really HD and then i was okay. I was grabbing my seat for dear life on every ride until then. But after that one, i actually felt normal. There was so much adrenaline racing inside of me and so many new interactions with people going on. At first it did overwhelm me obviously but like I said, I feel like that's a big key to coping. So about an hour or two after that as I've been one doing homework on my laptop, the DP/DR slowly set back in. This was very depressing and sad and I should've been feeling sorry for myself but instead I was thankful for the time I had to reconnect with my once normal life.