'Disorienting' is one word for it, but I usually go with 'traumatic'. There was a lot of screaming and crying, and someone fed me sandwiches until I calmed down enough to be coherent. Fortunately, I didn't have to deal with it alone. Everyone involved may have been a traumatized weirdo, but any support network is better than none at all.

[ Stacia says "traumatized weirdo" with every sign of affection. ]