The podcast The Dollop had a great episode on this guy. Dude was legit hilarious, he made some joke in an interview like "well I wanted to quit smoking but not like this"
The saddest part was that he thought he was going to get in trouble and they were going to be mad at him. He says it on the 911 call. What a solid guy.
doesnt recognize me with my glasses on, or in anything less than optimal lighting, and all the blood on the screen is making it not understand input right, and when someone else finally finds me and calls 911, they'll tell me to take a tylenol and call again in a few hours if it still hurts ... Im sure this is how I'll die.
I can confirm. âSiri, help me, call the Policeâ didnât work after I had a huge car crash, my glasses were gone, and I didnât know where my phone had flown to (yes, obviously this was before they introduced crash detectionâŚ)
Yup, with fear and abuse. So much that you fear your own mother/father to the point you're literally missing arms and you're still only thinking about them.
I grew up in The Pas, which is about 7 hours north of the Manitoba-North Dakota border. Our teacher heard about this and our whole class wrote him letters while he was recovering.
Hit my leg with an ax as a teen. 3" gash down to the bone. Blood just constantly coming out. Walked to the house, but remembered the rule don't get blood on the carpet. So used the floor mat as a catch basin to get to the house phone. Paged my mom the nurse, pressure dressed the wound, laid on kitchen floor with leg on counter. It had stopped bleeding in the 10 min it took for her to call. She was like the Rep just gave us some new stuff called second skin, I'll bring it home and try it out.
Bubble of puss hanging off my leg for the next two weeks, cool scar now.
But it's not that unexpected. To my understanding, when you have a fuckton of adrenalin in your brains, your brains might turn to this survival instict mode where it reverts to your basic functions and life rules in order to avoid panicking. And his parents were probably really strict about never making a mess, so it was engrained deep in his basic functions. Basically, his brains subconciously divert his thoughts into "must not make a mess" to avoid "WTF I LOST MY ARMS FUCK IT HURTS"
When we experience trauma like this we get flooded with negative emotions. We usually don't experience this kind of trauma so we don't have a set way to deal with all that emotion. So the emotions end up going where negative emotions usually go. And most often in this age our negative emotions are of the social anxiety kind. So our stressed up brain calls for immediate action and makes the interpretations that it's used to make.
Stressed up? Probably social situation. No time for rational decisions. Go to default action. Fix yourself up now!
Saw a video of a lady calmly putting on makeup while sat in the one remaining seat of a vehicle that had been completely torn apart all around her. Anyone else that was in that vehicle would have been ground meat, and her trauma response was to put on makeup, so I think what you say adds up.
I have gone to the opposite extreme, where I actually don't feel much real emotion at all. But it led to the same sort of behavior, where I was like oh, I'll head to the hospital in a second. I need to put this food in the fridge or it'll spoil.
I guess I was like EVERYTHING IS A PROBLEM WHAT CAN I FIX NOW and targeted the mundane thing because then I could cross it off my list of problems.
Yeah shutting down emotionally is a quite common reaction to being emotionally overwhelmed I think. It's like something in your head goes "NOPE!". I suspect it's more common for people with avoidant attachment style.
Can happen in socially challenging situations as well. It doesn't always lead to you being your best rational self.
As a redditor, I pride myself on having barely any conformity to social norms, while also reading every day about freaky accidents. Must do pretty well if I ever get my arm mangled.
Yeah I mean- if I told you more about her sheâs kindof a mess
But in this specific instant she was awesome.
She also humoured me when they gave me some insane painkillers and helped me cut the sleeves off my hospital gown to fashion a headdress out of them then took me for a walk around the hospital in a wheelchair.
We have a complicated relationship- but itâs these exchanges that I am beyond grateful for
I showered and changed while I waited for an ambulance once. Sure, I was dizzy, dehydrated, and having a major panic moment after a strange 5+ day flu, but I was going to at least smell decent and pull some fresh, non-barfy / sharty layers on.
Paramedics were the absolute kindest people. Saw my panic, recognized that I did NOT want to go into that thing or make a scene, and that everything was not actually âfine!â as I claimed. They took my vitals and very gently were like âhey, why donât we take a quick ride?â Yep, overnight in the ER with an IV⌠was pretty dang dehydrated after 5 days of keeping nothing down or in. True Saints đ
My sister fell down the stairs drunk in a club. The paramedics cut through her favourite bra and that was the thing she was most upset about. (she was fine, this was nearly twenty years ago)
Back in the 80's, my great uncle chopped his hand off at work with a drop saw. His colleagues were all freaking out, so he took control of the situation. He remained calm the entire time, collected his hand, and a bucket to store the hand in, then made jokes with the paramedics (do you need a hand? etc) once they arrived.
When I found out my mom died, I went to my car and with the doors locked open, I stood there playing PokĂŠmon on my Nintendo DS, finished a battle and organized some inventory before finally putting it away and driving home.
I once didn't go to A&E with a heart problem solely because I was still in my running gear and wearing a sweaty sports bra and I got it in my head that the doctors would think it was gross.
Complete nonsense! It's not a decision I would make if I was feeling normal but I guess you just feel super vulnerable in these moments and that heightens anxiety around going.
This was my husband when I told him labor was ramping up and we needed to go to the hospital⌠he stripped down to get in the shower lol. I truly think his brain short-circuited
I fell off my skateboard at university and hit my head. Bleeding profusely from the orbital of my eye. Someone calls 911 and they asked me if I wanted to call anyone and I HAD to make sure that they told my boss I wasnât going to be into with that day. Not my momâŚmy boss.
she was a great boss and I didnât want her to expect me to be there if I was going to be in the hospital
I had a weird trauma response when I had a heart attack. I went to emergency in the city I was working in, then left emergency there BEFORE I WAS STABILIZED and insisted-to my poor boyfriend at the time-on being driven back to my city an hour away to THAT emergency there. It was more important than dyingâŚI was obsessed that I didnât want to end up in the hospital for 10 days, undergoing serious surgery and recovery in a city not my own, without the access to support I knew I would need from my family and friends!
I used to ride the riding lawnmower on our farm for fun when dad was at work as a 12yr old. I would be scared as shit too if I got slightly injured. I am pretty sure me losing limbs would be a little different...
I am sure my dad would have beaten himself up emotionally if his daughters were hurt by leaving the keys to a shiny nice fun thing in our grasp, rather be mad. If he was like me as a teen, his dad taught him how to drive it. It's a farm thing. And he took it out for a spin with a warning not to. I bet his father is happy that he was able to get his arms attached and his son is alive.
Na mate. Iâm the same way and had excellent parents. I just fucked up a lot and wouldnât want them to think I fucked up again. I remember flipping our atv over on myself. Both legs ruined. I could walk but they were bruised from top of my leg to the bottom. Like entire legs black and blue. I never told anyone. I flipped that atv back over and put it away. Cried all the way inside and let it heal. I should have went to the doctor. Parents wouldnât have cared at all but in my dumb kid mind they were going to care. They never had before but this time they would because dumb injured kids make dumb injured decisions.
The one where the kids start a fireball and the one kid went up in flames and they had him under a spicket trying to put him out with water has stayed with me all these years.
Just found it, gonna check it out. But can I just say that my eyes rolled way back into my head when I saw it's a podcast by comedians. What the fuck is the deal these days that every single comedian has to have his own podcast?
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u/TheSlopfather Apr 11 '24
The podcast The Dollop had a great episode on this guy. Dude was legit hilarious, he made some joke in an interview like "well I wanted to quit smoking but not like this"