Samantha Francis
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Hey all.
My names sam, I'm 21, and I live in Australia.
When I was 16 My partner and I were driving to get his cheque from work cashed. It was perfect conditions, and we weren't speeding. But his focus was fixed on something else, and when I realized we were getting to close to another car I yelled his name, and he snapped back to attention. But by then it was to late.
He pulled the wheel to the right, and he lost control. The car rolled a few times up a bank across the highway through incoming traffic, and finally came to rest on its wheels on the other side.
I looked up and realized I was OK, but I turned to look at him, and then everything started racing.
The amount of blood everywhere was enough to make me want to run for my life. I kicked and screamed and tore at the door, I broke all my toes trying to get out. I finally got the door open and I was out of that car as quick as a flash. I fell just outside the car, and someone picked me up and shifted me off away from the car. The sound of the engine revving because it was stuck in high gear scared me and I thought the car was going to explode. But someone reached in and turned the car off.
Before I knew it the fire brigade, police and ambulance officers had turned up.
Someone handed me a puppy, and I remembered I had him on my lap as we were driving. He'd been thrown from the car when it rolled and he was OK. Someone else handed me 2 mobile phones. mine and my partners.
I watched in horror as they used the jaws of life to get his door off. Then I watched as they put him onto the gurney and pushed him to the ambulance, by then police and Ambulance officers were trying to get me to the ambulance. I was trying to get to him.
Later in hospital, They told me he died the moment the car rolled. I was 5 months pregnant, and I'd lost my him.
My grandfather was the first to be by my side. Followed by my mum and step-dad.
I recovered fine, and they told me I had signs of P.T.S.D and they referred me to a doctor that dealt with that. but I didnt want to go. I ignored all the warnings, and all the symptoms.
But today, 4 years on, I get in a car and I lose control. I'm worried it'll happen again. But this time, its not just me I have to worry about. I have a 3yr old daughter and a 1yr old daughter.
And I cant afford to be like this.
I know now I need to get help. But what I'm asking is will it ever go away?
Please help me...
<Please write in full paragraphs, not poetry style. Thanks Amethist>
My names sam, I'm 21, and I live in Australia.
When I was 16 My partner and I were driving to get his cheque from work cashed. It was perfect conditions, and we weren't speeding. But his focus was fixed on something else, and when I realized we were getting to close to another car I yelled his name, and he snapped back to attention. But by then it was to late.
He pulled the wheel to the right, and he lost control. The car rolled a few times up a bank across the highway through incoming traffic, and finally came to rest on its wheels on the other side.
I looked up and realized I was OK, but I turned to look at him, and then everything started racing.
The amount of blood everywhere was enough to make me want to run for my life. I kicked and screamed and tore at the door, I broke all my toes trying to get out. I finally got the door open and I was out of that car as quick as a flash. I fell just outside the car, and someone picked me up and shifted me off away from the car. The sound of the engine revving because it was stuck in high gear scared me and I thought the car was going to explode. But someone reached in and turned the car off.
Before I knew it the fire brigade, police and ambulance officers had turned up.
Someone handed me a puppy, and I remembered I had him on my lap as we were driving. He'd been thrown from the car when it rolled and he was OK. Someone else handed me 2 mobile phones. mine and my partners.
I watched in horror as they used the jaws of life to get his door off. Then I watched as they put him onto the gurney and pushed him to the ambulance, by then police and Ambulance officers were trying to get me to the ambulance. I was trying to get to him.
Later in hospital, They told me he died the moment the car rolled. I was 5 months pregnant, and I'd lost my him.
My grandfather was the first to be by my side. Followed by my mum and step-dad.
I recovered fine, and they told me I had signs of P.T.S.D and they referred me to a doctor that dealt with that. but I didnt want to go. I ignored all the warnings, and all the symptoms.
But today, 4 years on, I get in a car and I lose control. I'm worried it'll happen again. But this time, its not just me I have to worry about. I have a 3yr old daughter and a 1yr old daughter.
And I cant afford to be like this.
I know now I need to get help. But what I'm asking is will it ever go away?
Please help me...
<Please write in full paragraphs, not poetry style. Thanks Amethist>