Okay...quick funny story.

I have an issue with dissociation when I have sex. I often start looking at the popcorn ceiling and start imagining animals and shapes on it, the way some people do with clouds. Anyway, a few years back I was having sex and dissociating by looking for shapes. (The guy I was with didn't know about the PTSD or anything, and at the time I thought I was able to hide it.) He started saying something, but I wasn't listening, as I was in my other world. Without remembering where I was or what I was doing, I suddenly said, "Hey, look, a tiger!" He obviously didn't know what I was talking about, as he responded, "Yeah, I know I am."