At first, for the first couple/few months after Patrick realized what was happening, I had no idea. I just thought I was sleeping a lot. I would wake up and be in the car in the middle of a drive and have no idea how I got there, etc. I would struggle to remember, but then just assume that I'd fallen asleep and forgotten. He kept trying to tell me what was happening, but it was pretty unbelievable for a while. Until I started hearing them, too. I could hear/see, but I couldn't respond. It was like someone else was at the controls or something.

In hindsight it's fascinating, but at the time it was pretty crazy. Especially for Patrick, who was going through this with no one else to talk to. Once we finally found a therapist who dealt with it and had experience, he'd been dealing with it alone for at least a couple of months. I say "alone" because obviously I wasn't there for most of it either.