One way of coping that I’ve learned over time that’s saved my ass countless times from flashbacks and severe dissociative episodes is that whole stating the facts thing. Where you recite facts about your real situation to yourself to remind yourself you aren’t in danger.
Except When I’m dissociative it doesn’t help to say those things to myself because I don’t totally exist at that point. So I started talking to my animals, especially Pepper because then I can justify it by saying I’m comforting my severely anxious pet. When really I’m reinforcing reality to myself in a weird roundabout method.
And it works really well? Forcing myself to interact with something in my environment aside from myself also prevents me from dissociating any further even if it doesn’t ground me entirely.