One time, I was driving to the beach in college. It was late, the road was dark. I saw something in the road & swerved, thinking it was luggage.

It was actually two dead bodies.

I can’t describe what happened next. I came undone. I started screaming & crying. I went into shock
I woke up my bf w the commotion but could barely get words out to tell him what I’d seen. He called the cops & reported it.

Later, I learned the two men had been changing a tire on the other side of the partition, were struck by another car, and flung over the wall.
For days after that I would randomly start crying. I had nightmares. I went to see a therapist about it.

It was so out of character. I’m not an emotional person, in fact, emotional people make me highly uncomfortable. I couldn’t understand why it impacted me so much.
I still think about them & that night to this day. And as I’ve learned more about trauma I know why.

Seeing a dead body is traumatic. Watching someone die is horrific.

I don’t care how tough you think you are, witnessing death does something to you and your cognitive processes
On execution nights like tonight, I’m thankful my work is on the policy side & not in litigation.

I cannot fathom having to watch someone die. Especially someone you know & care about.

The entire process is so surreal. The premeditation, the procedural aspects, the waiting.
And to all the tough guys who like to beat their chest and claim they’d “be the one to carry it out!”

No. You wouldn’t. You’d be the first to lose your stomach. I can tell because no one who has actually been around death is so naive as to think they’d be unaffected by it.
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