When my children were at a less independent age,
I've seen blood, bones, fatty tissues hanging out (after accidents) and done all I can to prevent any shock worsening and get them medical attention, without missing a heartbeat.
They were hugged and reassured between obs'
.
On one occasion my lack of hysteria on admitting my injured child to hospital care, was noticed.
(his radius was protruding through the skin, his ulna bent rather than broke)
My focus was timely assistance to reduce his shock and investigate possible arterial damage which, in my mind, was priority over broken or bent bones.
I didn't wait around for an ambulance either. I drove the short distance. Very quickly.
On admittance, My 'losing it' and being less articulate between sobs would have wasted precious seconds. Couldn't see much point in that.
(I fell apart on my own time)
And yet,
One of my children came home with a neat, clean belly button piercing, I took one look and my knees almost gave way. I nearly fainted
When my grown up children had their hearts broken by unworthy suitors for the first time, that got me, right in 'the feels'
When my friend (at the time) experienced something similar - (Not her first heartbreak)
I did my best to listen but couldn't help thinking,
'this isn't your first rodeo, you should know the drill by now'
I've cared for and sat at the bedside of a much loved relative while they were dying. Love and ensuring their dignity and comfort were the emotions involved. Grief and loss came afterwards.
More recently, someone I know (in a fashion) disclosed their loved one was really, quite sick.
I got quite overwhelmed by that news and sad enough to shut down for a short time.
I'm not sure I understand empathic definitions fully but feel it anyway, in certain circumstances.
