When I was 14, my mom's Datsun got t-boned by a Pinto on the passenger side. It was low enough speed that I wasn't hurt, but it was still RIGHT THERE. When the police showed up, the cop chatted to me (amusingly, striking up conversation about the Doctor Who pin I was wearing) and my mom was FURIOUS. It wasn't until fairly recently that I realized that the cop was probably trying to make sure I wasn't, y'know, traumatized from the car-totalling wreck less than an arm's length from me.
Yeah. Oh, yeah. Good on the cop for giving you space to communicate whatever was going on with you about a potentially traumatizing experience, FAIL on your mom's part. And you know that, and that is +++++++++++++++ 198203123918209 to you.
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*offers GLOMPS if you want them* Fuck all of that. Hardstyle. Car wrecks are scary. For all involved.
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