So this afternoon I was driving home and as I approached an intersection I noticed a pickup truck straddling the center line, and skid marks to an SUV on the other side of the road (4 lanes, 2 eastbound, 2 westbound).
There were two other cars parked behind the truck, so I was briefly confused as to what happened, and started planning to go around the scene...when I saw the driver of the pickup get out, yell "NOooo!" and run around to the passenger side, where he carried out an obviously limp woman.
I could hear him crying, wailing, as he carried her to the sidewalk. He sat her down, cradling her in his arms, but it didn't look good for her.
The other vehicle (SUV), no one had gotten out by that time...and I saw I could get through slowly, just in case others were to come out.
As I drove past I could still hear the man, and saw him rocking her as I cleared the area. I was shaken, scared, didn't know what to do.
Once I got home, I realized that my former male self would've known what to do: 4 ways on, pull over, check scene for more danger, quickly assess those involved and render aid if possible and appropriate. (I knew 911 had already been called, the two cars which had stopped both had their phones out).
Damn these hormones! Emotions got the better of me, never mind that "he" was the one who'd actually had previous experiences with giving aid at accident scenes...but my mind was locked because of emotions!!
I felt so bad for him, the driver holding his woman...I was shaking, almost weeping, thumping my breastbone (I don't know why)...the firetrucks were there about a minute after I had left, but I couldn't stop repeating, "oh my...oh my...oh my..."
Please, I need a new way to think about this. Its like I'm in a loop of trauma emotions and can't get out.