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I am sorry, but I really need to unload this today.
I have some PTSD about automobile accidents because of my own experience as a child and then the too many relatives and friends who have died in them since I was a kid.
I am having a bit of a struggle today because yesterday morning, we had the most horrific accident at the roadway at the corner of our farm.
It was such a huge single bang and I went running down the lane although I am too old and too fat again. And by the time I got down there traffic was stopped and one vehicle was in the ditch and smoking and when I ran farther, the other vehicle was just a million pieces on the road. I was yelling about whether the passengers were okay and one had been pulled out and the one in the destroyed car was still moaning...
I wanted to break right there, but ran back away from the vehicles and started to stop and turn traffic around because it was so bad and the road had to be cleared. God people are stupid. And Ghoulish. But I more or less told them that unless they could save a life, they were of no use and to get the fuck out of the way. And some of them just didn't seem to get it until I told them they would never sleep easy again if they looked. For some of them with trailers, I just directed them to go up and turn around and get out.
And all along I knew it was no use but I didn't want everyone looking at the terrible pain that I saw.
The firemen put out the fire, the EMTs turned up and a horde of police vehicles got everything under control and we were then allowed to leave and take a detour we know to get to the office.
By the time we came home...I have no idea how they did it, but everything had vanished except for the deep raw cuts where the two vehicles had left the road.
And today, when we left for work and came home, I was just overwhelmed with sadness, looking at the gashes that are already being regraded...the mass of broken glass bits on the road, the tire marks all over everywhere and all the traffic in and out of our driveway all day yesterday.
And I look at the deep gashes and feel just helplessness and see the wreckage before me. And my first and horrible thought was that I hope it doesn't become someone's roadside shrine because that happened with a friend of mine and just kept that moment alive and raw for years whenever we went by it.
I think my partner kind of understands but even he didn't realize my horror until he saw the pics of the one car on the news. (To be clear, I recorded nothing although both my neighbours were). And amazingly, he never had any family or friends killed in an MVA. Or been in one.
So here we are. I keep tearing up and choking up.
And I hope to be better tomorrow, But for the moment, this is my only relief valve and I hope others understand who have been through this is some way or another.
I have some PTSD about automobile accidents because of my own experience as a child and then the too many relatives and friends who have died in them since I was a kid.
I am having a bit of a struggle today because yesterday morning, we had the most horrific accident at the roadway at the corner of our farm.
It was such a huge single bang and I went running down the lane although I am too old and too fat again. And by the time I got down there traffic was stopped and one vehicle was in the ditch and smoking and when I ran farther, the other vehicle was just a million pieces on the road. I was yelling about whether the passengers were okay and one had been pulled out and the one in the destroyed car was still moaning...
I wanted to break right there, but ran back away from the vehicles and started to stop and turn traffic around because it was so bad and the road had to be cleared. God people are stupid. And Ghoulish. But I more or less told them that unless they could save a life, they were of no use and to get the fuck out of the way. And some of them just didn't seem to get it until I told them they would never sleep easy again if they looked. For some of them with trailers, I just directed them to go up and turn around and get out.
And all along I knew it was no use but I didn't want everyone looking at the terrible pain that I saw.
The firemen put out the fire, the EMTs turned up and a horde of police vehicles got everything under control and we were then allowed to leave and take a detour we know to get to the office.
By the time we came home...I have no idea how they did it, but everything had vanished except for the deep raw cuts where the two vehicles had left the road.
And today, when we left for work and came home, I was just overwhelmed with sadness, looking at the gashes that are already being regraded...the mass of broken glass bits on the road, the tire marks all over everywhere and all the traffic in and out of our driveway all day yesterday.
And I look at the deep gashes and feel just helplessness and see the wreckage before me. And my first and horrible thought was that I hope it doesn't become someone's roadside shrine because that happened with a friend of mine and just kept that moment alive and raw for years whenever we went by it.
I think my partner kind of understands but even he didn't realize my horror until he saw the pics of the one car on the news. (To be clear, I recorded nothing although both my neighbours were). And amazingly, he never had any family or friends killed in an MVA. Or been in one.
So here we are. I keep tearing up and choking up.
And I hope to be better tomorrow, But for the moment, this is my only relief valve and I hope others understand who have been through this is some way or another.

