When I was about 14 or so I remember feeling somewhat under the weather when Mom and I went to Mass.
Well, sure enough, when getting close to communion, the world began to go dark. I was very hot, but not really sweating…just extremely uncomfortable. I shook it off, and when we went to kneel, I was very grateful for the pew in front of me.
The entire church went dark. From far away I heard the communion prayers but I really didn’t care…and when people stood up, I remained as I was…gripping the pew in a death-grip.
My mom told me later that she just thought I was “DEEP IN PRAYER.”

Come on! I was a teen! And no saint, at that!
So of course I end up falling…right into her! She helped me sit down on the pew and put my head down…and in the background, all the people around us have not turned their attention to me.
I was able to stand later…or so I thought. I remember people behind us commenting…“She sure is pale…” and then I almost fell over again!
It was really interesting giving the Sign of Peace to people around me while they looked at me as though I was going to disintegrate…you should have seen the looks!
But I’m sorry…it still gets me that Mom thought I was “Deep in prayer!” And she told people around us this!