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MaxDestiny
I joined this forum for one reason, I was researching an experience I had brought on by a traumatic seizure as a child. There was a thread (now locked) on OBE's. I wanted to shed some light on OBE's from someone who had experienced the phenomena.
My story:
When I was about eight years old we lived in an old white two-story farmhouse. I slept upstairs and shared a room with my older sister(10 years old at the time) I had fallen asleep in my bed(which was across the room and kitty cornered to hers) while she was still up reading in hers.
The first thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing my sister staring down at me screaming my name and in utter panic. I could see her very clearly but I could not move at all. My eight year old mind (which had probably seen way too many scary movies for my age) deduced that obviously my head had been cut off and this was why I could not move and what was causing her to panic. She runs downstairs to alert my parents and I'm left like someone in a waking coma to stare at the paint on the ceiling. I'm helpless and deeply frightened and was made even more so when she left. I do not remember my line of sight shifting but my next recollection is my mother lifting my body off of the bed. I even remember what she said, she was telling my father I felt like dead weight. My father was standing there in his underwear and holding a chainsaw(my hysterical sister had made them assume an intruder was hurting me) I am watching these events unfold as if I was maybe five feet away and facing the scene. I was staring at my own body knowing I wasn't even in it. All in all I may have been out of my body two minutes at the most.
WHAT MY SISTER SAW:
My sister heard a noise over my side of the room and assumed I was jumping on the bed. She turned to yell at me stop and saw me violently flopping all over the bed like a fish out of water. She ran to me and saw that my eyes were rolled up in the back of my head. Only the whites were visible to her.(This has traumatized her quite a bit as well) Then she starts screaming and my story began.
FOLLOW UP:
Remember from my perspective I'm deathly still and staring at the ceiling.Later my sister is puzzled by my account as from her perspective there was no way I could see anything with my eyes rolled up in my head.Then I witness the scene unfold where I am lifted from the bed. Next recollection is being carried into my father's truck and being held,while my mother contacted our local physician. I am now back in my body and trying to gain control of it. I am trying to ease my parents fear and tell them I'm ok now but I can't seem to get my tongue out of the damn way. I am unintelligibly mumbling trying desperately to communicate and after what seemed like hours but was undoubtedly just a few minutes I regained all my motor functions and could communicate.
DIAGNOSIS:
After brain scans and catscans and who knows what other kinds of tests I was determined to have a form of childhood epilepsy. The type I had was only brought on by loss of consciousness. I was only in danger of another if I went to sleep. I had to take one Phenobarbytol in the morning(in case I napped) and two at night. This controlled it completely. I only had one other full blown seizure(at a babysitters one morning when I forgot my pill and dozed off) and this did not lead to an OBE. At the age of sixteen I had grown out of it.
WHY DID MY OBE HAPPEN:
Why the first seizure and not the second? My assumption is this; the first seizure was a complete shock to my system, not to mention my hysterical sister and my own debilitating fear. The second seizure; I felt it coming on I knew it was happening but was too late to mentally stop it.(I should note here that I had had many onsetting seizures that I felt coming on and was able to rouse myself before it became full blown)
CONCLUSION:
While the mind and the body are inextricably linked they can be separated,and can exist independently. Anyways this is my story. I just thought I would share it and shed some light on a subject that not many of you have experienced for yourselves.
My story:
When I was about eight years old we lived in an old white two-story farmhouse. I slept upstairs and shared a room with my older sister(10 years old at the time) I had fallen asleep in my bed(which was across the room and kitty cornered to hers) while she was still up reading in hers.
The first thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing my sister staring down at me screaming my name and in utter panic. I could see her very clearly but I could not move at all. My eight year old mind (which had probably seen way too many scary movies for my age) deduced that obviously my head had been cut off and this was why I could not move and what was causing her to panic. She runs downstairs to alert my parents and I'm left like someone in a waking coma to stare at the paint on the ceiling. I'm helpless and deeply frightened and was made even more so when she left. I do not remember my line of sight shifting but my next recollection is my mother lifting my body off of the bed. I even remember what she said, she was telling my father I felt like dead weight. My father was standing there in his underwear and holding a chainsaw(my hysterical sister had made them assume an intruder was hurting me) I am watching these events unfold as if I was maybe five feet away and facing the scene. I was staring at my own body knowing I wasn't even in it. All in all I may have been out of my body two minutes at the most.
WHAT MY SISTER SAW:
My sister heard a noise over my side of the room and assumed I was jumping on the bed. She turned to yell at me stop and saw me violently flopping all over the bed like a fish out of water. She ran to me and saw that my eyes were rolled up in the back of my head. Only the whites were visible to her.(This has traumatized her quite a bit as well) Then she starts screaming and my story began.
FOLLOW UP:
Remember from my perspective I'm deathly still and staring at the ceiling.Later my sister is puzzled by my account as from her perspective there was no way I could see anything with my eyes rolled up in my head.Then I witness the scene unfold where I am lifted from the bed. Next recollection is being carried into my father's truck and being held,while my mother contacted our local physician. I am now back in my body and trying to gain control of it. I am trying to ease my parents fear and tell them I'm ok now but I can't seem to get my tongue out of the damn way. I am unintelligibly mumbling trying desperately to communicate and after what seemed like hours but was undoubtedly just a few minutes I regained all my motor functions and could communicate.
DIAGNOSIS:
After brain scans and catscans and who knows what other kinds of tests I was determined to have a form of childhood epilepsy. The type I had was only brought on by loss of consciousness. I was only in danger of another if I went to sleep. I had to take one Phenobarbytol in the morning(in case I napped) and two at night. This controlled it completely. I only had one other full blown seizure(at a babysitters one morning when I forgot my pill and dozed off) and this did not lead to an OBE. At the age of sixteen I had grown out of it.
WHY DID MY OBE HAPPEN:
Why the first seizure and not the second? My assumption is this; the first seizure was a complete shock to my system, not to mention my hysterical sister and my own debilitating fear. The second seizure; I felt it coming on I knew it was happening but was too late to mentally stop it.(I should note here that I had had many onsetting seizures that I felt coming on and was able to rouse myself before it became full blown)
CONCLUSION:
While the mind and the body are inextricably linked they can be separated,and can exist independently. Anyways this is my story. I just thought I would share it and shed some light on a subject that not many of you have experienced for yourselves.