Last weekend when I spoke with my therapist, we started to discuss again about how I respond to situations that are of "immediate danger" or "crisis" like scenarios.
As some back story, I've been abused all my life. I've been manipulated in many ways, all kinds of abuse, and the way I handled it was by learning to read the people. I started this at a very young age and I remember when it clicked for me. I was around preschool age when everything started.
I simply got slapped by my mom and I now realize that what happened to me, mentally, was that I dissociated. I remember leaving the room because I couldn't process anything. I wasn't sad, upset, scared.. it was just empty. I didn't even think about walking away, I just did it because I saw the open door. I got called back and my mom hugged me, but I remember just being emotionless. It felt like I was a puppet/inanimate object as she hugged me. I don't remember what happened afterwards.
Anyways. Fast forward, I've experienced a lot of stuff. I've held dying people in my arms and I wouldn't do anything because I knew there was nothing that could have been done. I knew they were too far and if someone tried anything, it would be a waste of materials.
The first one happened when I was in 7th or 8th grade. I don't remember exactly. I remember holding this old guy who was bleed profusely. His head was badly smashed in and although I called the paramedics, I did nothing. I held him there and spoke to him. Comforted him. It was raining hard and the water made the blood look worse.
I remember him asking if he was dying and I confirmed his question. I remember saying something like, "It seems so, but don't worry. I'm going to stay here with you." I remember him holding my forearm and saying I'm too young to experience this. He then started talking about his grandson and how he got lost looking for him. Adults were near by and they were panicking trying to compress paper towels on the guy's head but they didn't want to touch him. Some freaked out by all the blood and one of them tried to pull me away from the guy.
Eventually paramedics came and saw me, they tried to give me reassurance that he was going to be okay. I knew he was dead and I could tell by them that they knew as well. I wasn't sad, upset, uncomfortable. I felt calm. It was like I could think clearly almost. I don't know how to explain it, but it's like I could breathe.
Other events have come up. I've caught a guy that collapsed and started having a seizure. I've never gotten hands on training but I have an interest in medical and psychological issues/events (typically I heavily read up on things) and since I've read so much into seizures, seen instructional videos, as well as met people online who have different ways of managing their seizures, I knew what to do. I had to help keep people calm and instruct them to call the paramedics, asked them for their jackets so to use as a pillow, and I even scolded a few people who were just there to watch and couldn't handle the sight.
I just felt present and there. I'm not sure if maybe I am at some level of dissociation, but it feels so relaxing.
The irony, though, is that if I'm not in a situation like that then I become paranoid. I become super anxious and my symptoms come up. If I'm in a crowd, I'll have a panic attack but if there's a person in that crowd that is dying or having a seizure, it all gets pushed away and everything feels light.
I've thought about getting into EMT training and seeing if I can tie into my current interests. (Dog training. At the moment I am training a service dog.)
But I also thought that because I have mental health issues, it could cause problems or make me unqualified.
What are your thoughts or experience with that?
As some back story, I've been abused all my life. I've been manipulated in many ways, all kinds of abuse, and the way I handled it was by learning to read the people. I started this at a very young age and I remember when it clicked for me. I was around preschool age when everything started.
I simply got slapped by my mom and I now realize that what happened to me, mentally, was that I dissociated. I remember leaving the room because I couldn't process anything. I wasn't sad, upset, scared.. it was just empty. I didn't even think about walking away, I just did it because I saw the open door. I got called back and my mom hugged me, but I remember just being emotionless. It felt like I was a puppet/inanimate object as she hugged me. I don't remember what happened afterwards.
Anyways. Fast forward, I've experienced a lot of stuff. I've held dying people in my arms and I wouldn't do anything because I knew there was nothing that could have been done. I knew they were too far and if someone tried anything, it would be a waste of materials.
The first one happened when I was in 7th or 8th grade. I don't remember exactly. I remember holding this old guy who was bleed profusely. His head was badly smashed in and although I called the paramedics, I did nothing. I held him there and spoke to him. Comforted him. It was raining hard and the water made the blood look worse.
I remember him asking if he was dying and I confirmed his question. I remember saying something like, "It seems so, but don't worry. I'm going to stay here with you." I remember him holding my forearm and saying I'm too young to experience this. He then started talking about his grandson and how he got lost looking for him. Adults were near by and they were panicking trying to compress paper towels on the guy's head but they didn't want to touch him. Some freaked out by all the blood and one of them tried to pull me away from the guy.
Eventually paramedics came and saw me, they tried to give me reassurance that he was going to be okay. I knew he was dead and I could tell by them that they knew as well. I wasn't sad, upset, uncomfortable. I felt calm. It was like I could think clearly almost. I don't know how to explain it, but it's like I could breathe.
Other events have come up. I've caught a guy that collapsed and started having a seizure. I've never gotten hands on training but I have an interest in medical and psychological issues/events (typically I heavily read up on things) and since I've read so much into seizures, seen instructional videos, as well as met people online who have different ways of managing their seizures, I knew what to do. I had to help keep people calm and instruct them to call the paramedics, asked them for their jackets so to use as a pillow, and I even scolded a few people who were just there to watch and couldn't handle the sight.
I just felt present and there. I'm not sure if maybe I am at some level of dissociation, but it feels so relaxing.
The irony, though, is that if I'm not in a situation like that then I become paranoid. I become super anxious and my symptoms come up. If I'm in a crowd, I'll have a panic attack but if there's a person in that crowd that is dying or having a seizure, it all gets pushed away and everything feels light.
I've thought about getting into EMT training and seeing if I can tie into my current interests. (Dog training. At the moment I am training a service dog.)
But I also thought that because I have mental health issues, it could cause problems or make me unqualified.
What are your thoughts or experience with that?