Muttly
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A couple weeks ago, before this latest shooting, I was working and opened up this storage area. Another coworker walked by. I joked that when I wanted to take a nap, that's where I'd hide. He replied that's where he'd hide if a gunman came into the store. I told him it was a terrible hiding place. It was very thin particle board and unlikely to stop a bullet. It's also at the front of an aisle, in the middle of the store, and likely to be sprayed by bullets. He was insistent that's where he'd hide. I don't really know what my point is, in sharing this, but people are interesting.
We had some training that covered a shooter scenario at my last job. After, one of the the security guys was in the office where my desk was. Again, it was at the front of the center, behind the desk and with no exit. He said, he'd always been concerned about the way we could get trapped in there. I didn't need to think and replied, I already had my route planned. I pointed to the specific window I'd go out. There was a coworker there too and she was amazed and said she'd never have thought about that.
The only military training I've had is by proxy. My dad was in the army and liked to "drill" my brother and I in various situations. I doubt I'd fight. My father and brother abused me regularly. My mom did verbal. As a young kid I got bullied. I did fight at time and over time, my brother was less inclined to abuse me because he knew he could get hurt in the process. The kids that were physically bullying me stopped all together and I got the reputation of being tough. But my go to reaction, was to hide. It worked often. If you hide, words can't get you. If you hide, you don't risk either having to fight or be a punching bag. I worry in a situation, that response would get triggered.
I do have a strong protective streak for others. Could I walk by victims on the ground like the article suggested? Who knows. Unless you've been very, very trained it's hard to know how you'd react. Maybe I'd just run past them but I know I'd want to help. I know I might hesitate. I know when I was in a fairly large earthquake and was told to leave the building, I was the last person out. I'd stopped because there was animals in cages and I was trying to decide if I could help any of them. They were fish and turtles and the water was sloshing out of the tanks but there wasn't much I could do. I left the turtles. They seemed to be in a safe location. Even if I didn't try to help someone, I might well hesitate
My dad, and later, my brother would pretend to be perps. They'd come at me. Sometimes from hiding places. Once, down at the beach in dark of night my brother stalked me. I didn't know it was him. Just that it was a flashlight following no matter where I went. I turned to head back to the campground so I'd have a better chance of having help if it was an attacker. The flashlight began to come at me running. I started running. And then the attacker laughed and I recognized my brother. He told me I did good until I fell. I told him when he laughed I knew it was him.
Hmm... I am rambling on. I don't know how much was my dad's (and later my brother's drilling) and how much is my PTSD (which probably includes that drilling) but I always have situational awareness. When I'm in a public seating area, I always try to sit where I can see the room and especially the door. I can usually tell you who is going to come in before they are in, because I'm watching the windows. I sit with m back to the wall if possible. This was long before mass shootings were a regular thing. When I ride in a plane or bus or train, I don't just know where the exit is, but how many seats until I get to the exit. And again, why am I saying all this? And is this a conversation I should even be having or is triggering?
We had some training that covered a shooter scenario at my last job. After, one of the the security guys was in the office where my desk was. Again, it was at the front of the center, behind the desk and with no exit. He said, he'd always been concerned about the way we could get trapped in there. I didn't need to think and replied, I already had my route planned. I pointed to the specific window I'd go out. There was a coworker there too and she was amazed and said she'd never have thought about that.
The only military training I've had is by proxy. My dad was in the army and liked to "drill" my brother and I in various situations. I doubt I'd fight. My father and brother abused me regularly. My mom did verbal. As a young kid I got bullied. I did fight at time and over time, my brother was less inclined to abuse me because he knew he could get hurt in the process. The kids that were physically bullying me stopped all together and I got the reputation of being tough. But my go to reaction, was to hide. It worked often. If you hide, words can't get you. If you hide, you don't risk either having to fight or be a punching bag. I worry in a situation, that response would get triggered.
I do have a strong protective streak for others. Could I walk by victims on the ground like the article suggested? Who knows. Unless you've been very, very trained it's hard to know how you'd react. Maybe I'd just run past them but I know I'd want to help. I know I might hesitate. I know when I was in a fairly large earthquake and was told to leave the building, I was the last person out. I'd stopped because there was animals in cages and I was trying to decide if I could help any of them. They were fish and turtles and the water was sloshing out of the tanks but there wasn't much I could do. I left the turtles. They seemed to be in a safe location. Even if I didn't try to help someone, I might well hesitate
My dad, and later, my brother would pretend to be perps. They'd come at me. Sometimes from hiding places. Once, down at the beach in dark of night my brother stalked me. I didn't know it was him. Just that it was a flashlight following no matter where I went. I turned to head back to the campground so I'd have a better chance of having help if it was an attacker. The flashlight began to come at me running. I started running. And then the attacker laughed and I recognized my brother. He told me I did good until I fell. I told him when he laughed I knew it was him.
Hmm... I am rambling on. I don't know how much was my dad's (and later my brother's drilling) and how much is my PTSD (which probably includes that drilling) but I always have situational awareness. When I'm in a public seating area, I always try to sit where I can see the room and especially the door. I can usually tell you who is going to come in before they are in, because I'm watching the windows. I sit with m back to the wall if possible. This was long before mass shootings were a regular thing. When I ride in a plane or bus or train, I don't just know where the exit is, but how many seats until I get to the exit. And again, why am I saying all this? And is this a conversation I should even be having or is triggering?