I did, others might too.

For those that want to know what “survival mode” is, what I can give you is a vague understanding of what it is, because its me trying to make sense of what happened. To make it simple, “survival mode” is when your brain close/turn off your active consciousness as a last ditch effort to protect your body (and yourself from getting traumatised, PTSD and/or something else) you act, speak, think as you normally would ( at least that’s what my parents told me). Then, when your brain decide that the danger has passed, that you are in security and protected, it reactivates your active consciousness.

As somebody who was in their shoes when I was 7, having someone who doesn’t have that sadness or pity in their eyes when they look at you is rare and even rarer when they treat you like you were just a normal kid with nothing wrong with you. The staff is kind (because you’re kids) and is trying to help with the best of their ability to make you laugh and forget for a moment where you are. But there is always that thing that keep telling you that nothing is normal, for me is was having to drag a pole for IV bag everywhere, I was “lucky” for what I had was “treatable” (aka: take pills till you die (of old age)) and that it was found quickly enough for me not to be a goner; because I came to the hospital unconscious and with all systems failing. And to this day I have all but a few small memories of that year until the day I “woke up”; to be short I regain consciousness a day after I was admitted with my memory (the doctors said there was small chance i remember anything) then two weeks later when I was walking (in the hospital) somewhere for something my brain finally deactivated survival mode (I came up with the name) allowing me to “wake up” in the middle of a hospital with no idea why I’m here, why is there an IV on me but thankfully my mother was with me so I didn’t have a panic attack.