I have read about soldiers with PTSD being triggered by loud
noises and sudden
movements that put them
back
in the war zone
My trigger isn't as obviously scary as
explosions or gunfire
It's the sun
The sun in my eyes
the sun in my eyes while I'm riding in a car or
worse, driving
The sun was in my eyes that morning,
from around 7:30 to 8am,
coming up the Southern Highway from Managua center
Otto says the sun in one's eyes makes
everyone
sleepy, not just me but since
I can't remember the accident, and I
remember feeling sleepy with the
sun in my eyes,
I am terrified that my body somehow
gave in and
lost control and
let the Pathfinder plow into two sisters waiting for the bus
to go to work
Yesterday we were on a winding road,
coming back from the monestary at Montserrat,
(near Barcelona,
a sacred place and home of the Black Madonna
but that's another story)
I was in the back seat
There's nothing wrong with falling asleep in the back seat, right?
and yet
when my lids grew heavy from the
sun in my eyes, it was
Anguish
That awful half-awake-yet- dreaming-state took over
I fell
backward off the edge of control
into my nightmarish imagined trajectory of an accident in which I
somehow, horrifically,
fall
asleep,
unwillingly relax my body and
BOOM!
get dragged back to wakefulness by
airbags and carnage.
Trauma flashback from an
unreliable source
I no one knows if this is how the accident
really happened
the police concluded I had "excessive velocity" which
makes sense only if my foot had become lead with sleep
or by unholy possession
I always drove slowly up that hill
I was the one who still slowed down even after the
government removed the
life-saving speed bumps in the name of
improving fuel economy
I had been the one writing letters to the police about
basic traffic safety issues
and Nissan had issued a warning to mechanics
that the airbags were detonating spontaneously
a warning that apparently did not reach Nicaragua, or went
unheeded in a country where airbags are the exception
not the norm
Given all the above, nevertheless,
Because the last thing I remember was feeling sleepy and the
first thing I remember is being
body-slammed
by the airbags,
feeling sleepy
in a moving vehicle
facing the sun is my
Trigger
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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My heart is pounding, constricting as I read and receive your impressions ... they are so visceral, so shredding ... and then I somehow want to weep with a grave sort of joy for the -- how can I say this? -- appalling beauty you have composed here ... Your healing is well underway, dear heart ... you wrench pure experience from incoherence, and translate it as empathy and art ... Thank you ... and I mourn with you xo
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