Post-Traumatic Stress February 19, 2014 Left with flashes at unwanted times it all comes back In my peripheral vision I see the car careening toward me whop! metal crinkling glass tinkling the slow roll car rests on its roof Interminable hanging upside down streaming sirens louder now finally, my husband’s steady voice
Yes, a great blessing. I was alone in the car. My most intense fear is a car accident, being pinned in, and burning alive. My first move hanging upside down was to press the Prius's start button until the car turned off.
Well written, dear Amrita. The trauma encapsulated in your spare and full description is unforgettable. We share that situation as well! And I am thankful for the steady voices that held me. Thank you again.
I could no longer drive a Prius, because of the aluminum folding sound. It still makes me shake inside. I now drive a Subaru Forester. Substantial. Steel. Lots of safety tech stuff built in. Oh yes, my husband's soft, dear voice. Always with me. Thanks for commenting, Holly!
So scary and yet what stands out most for me is your saving connection to your husband, which reminds me of William Stafford’s poem “The Way It Is” where he mentions the thread that travels through everything. You held on to the thread and it got you through. So grateful you did and that you are here, Amrita. 💕
It was a very hairy situation. I'm glad, too! I never would have had the opportunity to become a poet, or publish my memoir and three novels! All that has happened since that accident.
Oh my, alhamdulillah you both emerged alive. This is one of my big fears.
Yes, a great blessing. I was alone in the car. My most intense fear is a car accident, being pinned in, and burning alive. My first move hanging upside down was to press the Prius's start button until the car turned off.
Definitely frightening.
A wild afternoon! I'm so glad you're back, Joyce.
Well written, dear Amrita. The trauma encapsulated in your spare and full description is unforgettable. We share that situation as well! And I am thankful for the steady voices that held me. Thank you again.
Thank you, friend.
Yikes!! Oh, I imagine the sound alone cannot be forgotten….but the sound of your husband’s voice, that too is unforgettable in the very best way 🩵
I could no longer drive a Prius, because of the aluminum folding sound. It still makes me shake inside. I now drive a Subaru Forester. Substantial. Steel. Lots of safety tech stuff built in. Oh yes, my husband's soft, dear voice. Always with me. Thanks for commenting, Holly!
So scary and yet what stands out most for me is your saving connection to your husband, which reminds me of William Stafford’s poem “The Way It Is” where he mentions the thread that travels through everything. You held on to the thread and it got you through. So grateful you did and that you are here, Amrita. 💕
Oh yes, Amy, I know that poem well. So grateful for that thread!
your husband's steady voice a calming ending to such a trauma
He is such an amazing calming presence, always.
I remember this story, frightening!
It was an afternoon, for sure!
Trauma be gone. ;)
Yes! Pretty well gone.
That sounds so scary. So glad you survived
It was a very hairy situation. I'm glad, too! I never would have had the opportunity to become a poet, or publish my memoir and three novels! All that has happened since that accident.
That’s very impressive! Well done.
Not always easy to share such days! But when you do,it helps others who need to.