Fight,Flight, Or Freeze?
 

So there are three physiological responses ones body and mind go through, in the event of a catastrophe. Fight, Flight, Or Freeze? Have you ever been in a situation where those options which we are hardwired with have, presented themselves?

Which one would you choose? Which one would you like to think you would choose? For example I would like to think to that in a situation where my home was being broken into, that I would beat the intruder mercilessly with my nail studded Louisville slugger, then tie them up till the cops showed up... But sadly I don't think that would be the case..

Personally I have been in a situation where someone very close to me, had their life jeopardized and I had the option to run, freeze, or fight, and in that split second, I chose fight, and pushed the person in danger out of the way to take the impending gunshot myself. The fight response worked well in calling the shooters bluff.. But I suppose you don't really know until that situation is imposed upon you.

So I am curious, have you ever been in a situation that has warranted one of the three responses, or if you were to be in a situation where one of the the three responses were warranted which would you choose?

The only time I can think of when this happened to me when I was younger and almost got hit by a car. I ended up freezing like a deer in headlights. I was also about 8 years old at the time.

I would think that might be natural when you are little...maybe not though..

I am home alone 90% of the time, so whenever I hear something that sounds like an intruder, I get my lead shovel. Otherwise, I'm a flight person. Ive had many opportunities to almost get a clobbering but I always run away.

Did you live?

No I died. My 8 year old ghost is typing to you right now.

I've always been instinctual when something chaotic or intense is happening. My father has been a firefighter for 35 years so maybe some of that has rubbed off on me. I'm the type of person that will get everybody out of a burning car and then going down with flames even though fire is my greatest fear.

My girlfriend at the time passed out at an Opeth concert. I dragged out out and kind of had a conniption thinking she was suffering from a brain aneurysm or something and was screaming at people t get the f*ck out of my way. Everybody at the back bar thought she was drunk. I ended that when I jumped the bar to call an ambulance when the bartender told me to just give her water. I don't f*ck around. Turns out she hadn't eaten for two days because she was stressed out from a fight we had. Women.

I also discovered a man in the woods behind my house who had been in an ATV accident. He was pinned up against a tree and his leg looked like mangled shredded beef. I took my shirt off and told him to wrap it around "the bloody parts" and ran down the hill to call 911. They saved the leg.

Even just recently my pup had an allergic reaction to onions and my parents thought she'd be fine until morning. I drove her a half hour to the nearest animal shelter and ended up saving her life.

I guess you could call me Batman.

I knew it

It's sort of a case by case basis, but generally I'll go for fight. I remember one time as a child (don't quite recall the age, younger than ten), me and my sister were watching youtube videos where something jumps out and scares you. I really wasn't ready for one I guess, and when the scary thing popped out, I yelled and punched my sister in the face. Good times.

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This is amazing.

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During 2011's earthquake there was a mixture of freeze and fight. Being in a yard surrounded by cars stacked three high there was only two choices of get the hell out and risk getting crushed in your escape or staying and taking the risk until the shaking ebbed.

I chose the latter, but it's not something I'd want to do everyday. Nothing fell thankfully. The noise and sight of 250+ cars all rocking back and forth in bizarre circular motions was unnerving to say the least

I guess I am having, a ditzy moment, where were you?

Same place I am now.......Christchurch, New Zealand

well, when you put it like that I should have known...:rofl: No I was curious whether or not the car pile up was due to the qauke, or if you were in a junkyard...In which an earthquake in a junkyard even less amazing then one not in one...

:yikes: you brake her nose? and did you laugh before you said "omg are you ok?" Cause I know I would...

use to have the fight response a lot. but over time i realized after the fact that a lot of the stuff was dumb to be mad at and i usually ended up crossin the line with my responses. now im more of a flighter cause i dont let my ego get in the way anymore. i know myself and once i start gettin heated im not gonna stop until i feel like ive 'won' and then after the fact i will realize i went way too far and made things worse.

We call them wrecking or dismantling yards here, but yeah i was in a junkyard. Difficult to not be in my line of work lol