Has anyone experienced an out of the body experience, as a child, years before you had ever heard the term or understood the implications?

I tell people this nobody believes me…my memory starts out with me looking at my hands as I pull them away from my face seeing the moisture of tears, and thinking to myself why am I crying, while hearing my father yell my name asking me the same question, why are you crying? As I bring my gaze up I see my brother, his best friend, my brother's girlfriend, and my sister sitting on the couch against the far wall looking at me with this blank look on their faces….like they seen a ghost, or something they couldn't understand, or explain if they wanted to, my sister was hugging her knees, and sucking her thumb rocking back and forth

Me not understanding what was going on, or why I was crying, reply to my father that my older brother must have hit me, upon saying this my father begins to charge my brother, saying to him “but I tell you about putting your hands on my son?” My brother putting his hands up defensively to block any impending shots that might be thrown from my father, telling him he did nothing of the sort and if he wanted, he can ask his girlfriend, his best friend, or even my sister and they would all defend his innocence

Then my father turns to my brother's girlfriend, and at this point I'm in fear I'm about to get the whooping of my life, because of this I'm pleading saying no I did not do any of this they're lying, so he proceeds to ask my brother's girlfriend and I get a wave of relief like thank God she's going to tell my father the truth, that what my brother saying didn't happen, she looks square at my father and says “it's like you said that's what happened” my heart sank and I knew I was about to get my ass whooped or something I had no memory of, I reach out for my sister pleading for her to tell my father the truth, she pulls away with a grunt as if to say no profusely, and I'm adamant reaching for her saying come on tell him the truth and as I go to touch my sister I hear the most blood curdling scream I've ever heard in my life, I still hear it to this day makes my skin crawl, because she was terrified

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

Upon seeing the fear and my brother's face and my father asks him what happened? Why is he crying then? My brother tells my father he does not know when it started, but after my father left I became unruly, started to break objects in the house, and wouldn't listen, my brother being 10 years older than me, and me being only 8 years old at the time, somehow overpowered my brother when he tried to make me listen, then my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and in a deep voice I started to speak a language that no one could understand, my father asked you mean gibberish, and my brother said no this was a language, then he proceeded to the middle of the floor, started running his fingers through his hair, spinning in a circle, eyes and still rolled into the back of his head speaking this language none of us could understand, and we were so scared that we stayed away from him sitting on the couch, and he didn't stop until you called his name and he started crying is what my brother tells my father, my father looks at him with a look of disbelief, at this point my brother's best friend chimes in to say “ sir he's telling…” my father interrupts him tell him” shut the fuck up, you'd lie for him” then proceeds to ask my sister who is still sucking her thumb hugging her knees rocking back and forth on the couch, “baby girl what happened?” To which my sister grunts uh-huh like she wants no part of what just happened

My father calls my name and tells me to go lay down in the back room go to sleep, and I'm fearful that I'm going to wake up to a whooping because he doesn't believe me and he believes them, and what really happened came to me and it goes as follows, when my father left my brother and his girlfriend to watch me and my sister while he did some errands, my sister and I chose to play hide and seek, I hid first, I remember going underneath my sister other sister's bed to hide but when I came out, something's wrong something was off, the first thing I noticed was I wasn't home, it looked like home but I could tell it wasn't, the fine lines that detailed items in the room were blurry, the colors were muted, almost as if things were out of focus, and it was dim like seeing the room through a bulb that was dying, and I remember cinders floating in the air you can see him sparkle, and I'm going from room to room calling everyone's names but no one's responding, and then I noticed it I can feel myself but I can't see myself, like I can feel my hand waving but I don't see it, and it was at this moment that something lungs for me, about as thick as a bucket really really long the skin on this thing look like tree bark...