I have zero memory of the scene — did I act awful to the people who saved me?
This is probably a strange thing to be anxious about, but it's been eating at me and I figure if anywhere is the right place to bring it up, it's here.
I was in a really bad wreck a few months back. My last clear memory is leaving a friend's place that evening. My next memory is being in a hospital bed with my family around me, and days had passed. I genuinely did not know I'd been in an accident until someone told me.
Here's the thing — my brother told me recently that I was apparently conscious and talking when first responders got to me. I had no idea. I have absolutely no recollection of any of it. Given how badly I was hurt, I have no clue what I could have even been saying, or how coherent I was, or whether I was scared and lashing out or... anything.
And now I can't stop thinking: was I a nightmare to deal with? Was I combative? Did I say something horrible to people who were literally fighting to keep me alive?
I know logically that trauma does wild things to the brain and that first responders are trained for this. I know. But knowing that doesn't fully quiet the guilt.
I ended up sending a card to the fire station and the paramedic crew that responded. I thanked them as genuinely as I could. I didn't ask about my behavior because honestly I was too scared of the answer.
Has anyone else gone through something like this? The not-remembering combined with the worrying about what you might have done or said during those missing hours? Am I alone in this weird guilt spiral?