I have had to make death notifications on several occasions as a coroner. (In the state I currently work Law Enforcement is tasked with this.)

While I have never personally had someone faint when I made a death notification, I do suspect the cause.

My daughter has a vasovagal response to some stimuli. Usually this occurs when someone sees blood or gets an injection. It can also happen during times of stress or surprise.

This is how it was explained to me, by a doctor, one of the times when my daughter fainted. Basically you have a fairly static amount of blood coursing around your body through veins and arteries. Some of these ‘sort of’ contract or constrict to assist your heart with circulating the blood around your body. When you get a certain stimuli (which can be different for different people) your vagal nerve send the wrong signal to your brain. None of your veins and arteries are contracted, they are all ‘loose’ which makes there not be enough blood volume to get every where at the same time. Due to gravity, all the blood slides closer to your feet- leaving your brain without enough blood to function. This causes you to faint or lose consciousness. Which solves your problem, as once you are lying down, the blood can easily get back to your brain. It is self correcting. The only real danger, is if you strike your head on the way down in a faint.

The vasovagal response is involuntary. You cannot control it. However, my daughter can now usually recognize when it is about to happen, and if she puts her head down between her knees, she is usually OK.

But I suspect that most of the people who faint when they get unexpected bad news have this happen.

There are many different responses to a death notification. None of them are wrong- you feel what you feel. (However it is wrong to strike or hit the person notifying you if your response is anger.) In our office, we all agreed that our most dreaded response was ‘the wailer’. Crying, screaming, stunned silence we could handle. No one knew how to help / comfort someone wailing.

Someone you love to your core has suddenly died. Escape is a built in response to intolerable situations. Regardless of being unable to physically escape that news, your body kicks into that mode. You gasp, as air intake begins your bodies flight response. Adrenaline floods your system.

But not all people have the same response to adrenaline. Just like how identical medication may work differently on two individuals, adrenaline can cause a quick jump, or drop in blood pressure.

We’re built with adrenaline receptors that determine our immediate response to that chemical release. Everyone’s body reacts from adrenaline, but some have slower blood vessel expansion receptors so their blood vessels don’t open fast enough to accommodate the increased blood flow. Their heart rate doubles….and blood pressure spikes. The body is trying to send flight ability to ones muscles to run, escape. They do not faint. They tense up, ready to bolt.

But in a person who faints….their blood vessel expansion receptors are more sensitive to adrenaline. Upon hearing devastating news that causes the escape reaction, when their breathing rate increases and their hear rate soars, the receptors expand the blood vessels almost too quickly and too large. The increased push blood flow to their muscles isn’t enough to initially fill the too rapidly growing blood vessels. Their blood pressure actually drops …initially… and for a second or two the brain doesn’t get enough oxygen. They do faint. They should recover fairly fast as soon as their blood flow catches up with their dialating vessels.

Yes, it is definitely possible, albeit rare. I know this because it actually happened to me once.

In high-school, I was a very lonesome person. I was absorbed in my hobbies and viewed relationships as something arbitrary, a waste of time. I also saw them as completely impossible for me to achieve, so I didn’t even bother trying. Low self-confidence, conceited? You name it.

Then come about halfway through senior year, everything changed. I meet this girl, completely by accident, and I am just absolutely enamored with her. My wall, my facade, my artificial coldness that I had deluded myself into thinking was the true me, all melted away. She was so vibrant, and while not at supermodel standards (slightly chubby, even..!), she was in my eyes the cutest thing on the planet. And then I became acutely aware of how much time I had left, time to pursue this elusive high-school romance. So I sucked up my nervousness and pretended like the world was going to end when I graduated.

And I did it.

After nervously calling her cute (twice..!), triggering quite the blush, and meeting her as she walked to her bus stop to give her a surprise Valentine’s Day gift, and after dropping all these hints, larger and more obvious, essentially over the course of a week, I did it. The day after I gave her the gift, I got off at her stop and walked with her. She looked troubled, so I asked a question.

It was: “I’m not being too bothersome, am I?”

What followed was easily one of the happiest moments of my life. We talk talked. She told me that no one has ever made her so happy before. I told her how happy it made me for her to be happy. That conversation was just 20 minutes of 100% pure connection, raw truth and feeling, and the simple joy of truly enjoying the company of another.

Parting ways and walking home, all I could feel was the afterglow of the interaction. And what an afterglow! My entire experience was just pure joy, warm and fuzzy and completely perpetual. It was the most intense feeling I ever had, like if happiness was a drug and I had just overdosed on it. I got home, and just… wandered around my house for an hour with this big goofy smile on my face. Then I sat down on the couch and passed the fuck out cold.

I woke up an hour later and couldn’t remember who, when or where I was, and I was still happy. It was that intense.

So yeah, this is what happens when a loser aspie who doesn’t believe that they will ever be loved actually experiences how it feels to love and be loved for the first time. They trip balls and pass out. 10/10 worth it, and would totally do again anytime.

Wow, this became an anecdote. Hope you enjoyed this treasured snippet of my life, laid bare into text for the world to see. Have a good one!

Drama is only one minor aspect in this field.

People naturally faint, as the news strikes them off balance as it could be one of their dear ones. It is a process of the brain that momentarily shuts out all your senses. Another is shock and anxiety.

A neighbour aunty fell down like a chopped tree, when news of her college going son’s, fatal accident was passed on to her. Quite a few people were witness to this including my wife & me.

I have also mentioned the case of one of my cousin whose husband had also killed in a freak bike accident. The moment the news reached my cousin’s place, there was this initial outbursts, crying and wailing. Thereafter, she went into a stony silence. Not even feeding her few days old baby.. Not eating or drinking anything. Mumbling lot of things, as if she were in some kind of a delusion.

After sometime, she started fainting and this became more of a serial type. I guess it was, she wasn’t eating or drinking anything . That would have physically drained her, lost all her energy caused dehydration and hence this frequent faints. Why there are people who faint temporarily, wake up, keep uttering some nonsense as if they have lost all their sanity.

Infact, till some years back I used to swoon at the sight of blood. Fear also plays a role, coupled with anxiety culminating in fainting. The very exact reason could be appropriately explained by a professional doctor or a psychologist.

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My husband died instantly from a heart attack about 5 1/2 years ago. I found him dead on our bathroom floor. He died around 6:30 on a Monday morning in February. He was getting ready to take a shower and get ready for work. I went into the bathroom a half hour later, around 7am to take my shower and get ready to go to work. He was 60 years old, 12 1/2 years older than me. We had been together for 22 years, married for 17 1/2. It was the only marriage either of us have had. I cried that day, a lot. I still cry often, when I think of him.

I cry because I miss him. I miss looking at him, he was very handsome and sexy in my eyes. I miss the way he would touch me, hug me, make love to me, and his amazing kisses. I miss talking to him, confiding in him, argueing with him, laughing together, and talking about anything we found interesting. We laughed together, a lot. We had many good times together, and many difficult times. I cry because our daughters don't have their father, they were 19 and 16 years old when he passed away. I cry because of all the unfulfilled dreams and desires my husband wanted and never got to experience. I cry because after his death, my life spiraled out of control. Alone I was not able to sustain all that we had worked for together. I cry because I miss him and I miss the wonderful life that we had together. I miss the future we could have had together. I miss my home and stability and routine. Most of all, I miss sleeping next to his warm body every night. The loneliness I feel is unbearable some days. I miss feeling love. It is so hard to find. No one else has ever filled my life with so much love. I miss him every day. He was my better half. Now I struggle everyday. These are the reasons I cry.

I know i'm a little bit late to answer this. But i wanted to share my story with you. There is this person his was born in like the 60s and died in the 80s. When i first seen his picture i felt something it was weird i couldn't describe it then. And then i felt like i wanted to know more about him so i kept searchibg and searching and the more i digged the more i fell in love with him. And now i literally can't remember what my life was like before i knew him.

For some reason i feel like we're so similar yet so different. Like this person had a completely different life from me yet we have the same personality and i feel like we woyld make the same decisions. Unfortunately this person died because of it's mental illness. And so do i. I always have suffered from it and the same kind of way as he did.

For some reason i feel so close to him like we knew each other also i always feel like i love the 70s and the 80s more than now i feel like i was born in the same place and same time. I don't what that is supposed to mean.

Also it really hurts the fact that we will never meet maybe some day somewhere in some other dimension we will meet but not in this one.

I'm that person. I do it for two reasons:

1. If it's a death they didn't expect, like a child dying of cancer or a person dying in a car accident, I get sad because this person probably had dreams and loves; some want to see Paris, some want to taste durian, some want to write a book, some want to ride a giant dog like they're about to go into battle against an ancient civilization. Now they never get to.
2. I mourn for the loved ones. That woman that got hit by a truck while walking home? Her boyfriend or girlfriend was waiting for her, she may have had a young child, her parents are expecting to see their daughter that evening for dinner. I mourn with the people; I know how it feels losing someone so close, and the overwhelming, crushing sadness knowing there are loved ones left after someone dies hurts so much. Imagine a four year old at daycare waiting for their mommy to come pick them up but mommy never comes, it's their father who looks upset and doesn't talk for the whole car ride and has to pull over and cry his heart out because it's getting hard seeing the road through tears.

It’s very possible that you either: A. were romantic with him/her in a past life. B. were related to him/her in a past life. C. were a best friend to him/her in a past life, or D. came to know him/her in heaven. If you feel a very strong connection, then perhaps it was mutual, and you both came back to Earth together. I’d keep an eye out for that same feeling in the living people around you. I believe this is a very common joint venture - and can especially be felt in strong circles of friends and family - where you’ll sit beside someone and feel like you’ve known them forever. I believe coming here in groups is a way to ‘stack the deck’ toward having a more wonderful experience here on earth.

~S

I seemed like a perfectly healthy teenager, with no signs of LBP or anything of the sort but when I was 17 (I’m 22 now), while standing in the bus en route to school, I suddenly started feeling super light-headed and proceeded to rest my head on my hand that was grabbing the pole.

The next thing I knew, I was on the floor of the bus and I immediately got on my feet again. I was offered a seat after that, and I was sweating profusely. Apparently it seemed that when I rested my head and ‘let myself go’, I had fainted standing up or simply fell asleep. That was the first and last time I had ever experienced something of the sort.

Until, this year. I travel by the subway to get to work and I rarely get to sit down. Around the beginning I would just lean against the wall of the train and observe the people around me while occasionally browsing my phone, but then I started to feel light-headed again and I could tell that if I stayed in the train any longer my body would give in. It would have helped to get on lower ground (sit or squat) but I was not up for any of that attention so I held on for about another minute until the train stopped and I exited, where the same symptoms took over, sweating profusely and increased heart rate. I didn’t faint this time round though as I managed to land myself a seat on a bench as soon as I left the train.

I finally went to the doctor about this and told her of the 2 instances in my life where I felt light-headed, this strong dizziness, which I have never experienced before. After lots of questions, she says it was probably vasovagal syncope. She was very nice and tells me its common among young ladies and even writes down the term on a sticky note for me to read about it. So this might be the reason you’re looking for.

Because a human life no longer exists.

Because they have empathy.

Because it reminds them of someone they were close to.

Because it reminds them of how quick those we love can be taken from us.

Because the person was a good person.

Because someone they know was close to them.

Because they admired them.

Because they…

There are plenty of reasons to be sad about anyone dying. It doesn’t matter whether or not someone personally knew them. I cried at a funeral of someone I didn’t know well because she was no longer there, and that tore a hole in the hearts of my friends. She was another person in my life who died of cancer. Just because I didn’t know her very well doesn’t mean I wasn’t allowed to mourn.

Loss is hard.

Let people express it.

Do people really puke when they see a dead body like in the movies? If so, why?

Pretty sure there will be a bunch of people better qualified than me to answer this, but…

I once went to a hospital mortuary with a fellow actor for professional reasons (research), and though neither of us got as far as vomiting, I think we both came close when we were shown the body of a man who had lain dead and undiscovered in his house for several days during a warm spell. He was not a pretty sight, and the smell… oh God, the smell. The foulest, most penetrating, thick odour you can imagine. I will never forget it.

I know of a young police officer who vomited at a scene of crime once. It was the first violent death he’d seen, and he couldn’t control his reaction. The “old hands” who were with him were surprisingly sympathetic, apparently, instead of teasing him.

I think it depends on how strong a constitution the viewer has, and what state the corpse is in, to be honest. But, yeah, it does happen.

Because you are thinking about it. Your thoughts manifest into your emotions. Another way of saying it, is your thoughts dictate your emotions or create your emotions. Emotions are like the caboose on a train. They can not “emote” or create themselves. They follow a thought. Your thoughts also control your behavior or choices. A good way to experiment with this is to think of something funny or happy and soon you will be “feeling” happy. Think of something sad and soon you will be “feeling” sad. Think of something scary and soon you will be “feeling” fear. If you stop thinking about someone close to you dying, you are not going to “feel” like someone close to you is going to die. This is going to be the case most of the time. Learn how to control your thoughts. Don’t think about things that do not bring benefit to you or your life. It is very difficult to learn how to do this at first, but if you practice, over and over, and develop the skill, you will find a much more peaceful soul that is not bouncing around from one emotion to another because your thoughts are running away with you. Pick the thought that you will use to replace this thought, every time you catch it running through your mind. For example, every time your mind drifts to someone close to you potentially dying, replace it with a thought about your favorite hobby, experience, scripture, song, or an upcoming exciting event. Have that positive thought ready to go and as soon as you realize the other thought has popped into your brain, control that thought by stopping it and switching to the positive thought. It will take time, but once you master learning how to capture every thought that is not beneficial to you, you will replace it routinely and you will notice how your emotions you experience will be different. On a side note, pain/grief is a bit different. Of course if you are dwelling on those thoughts that will bring about those emotions, they will manifest. However, remember that with these, there is a healing process that has to occur when these are fresh wounds. You can bring up old emotions associated with these, if you dwell on thoughts about old wounds that have healed. I hope you have success learning how to guard your mind and capture those thoughts. It makes such a difference in quality of life. Blessings.

My first psychology professor went to a local hockey game with his son. At halftime, he went on the ice to get his son autographs. He slipped and fell, hitting his head. He was checked out at the local hospital and discharged home. As soon as he arrived home, he went to be. That night, he passed away from a hemorrhage in his brain.

Small brain bleeds can be slow. The person can appear to be fine, initially. The danger is that if someone goes to sleep without being monitored, the symptoms of a brain bleed may not be noticed until it’s too late. As the small bleed continues, it begins displacing healthy brain tissue due to increased intercranial pressure. As the pressure increases, it prevents oxygen from circulating in the area. This causes hypoxia, which leads to death of brain tissue. Eventually, the intercranial pressure will effect breathing, as respirations become depressed.

If the person is awake and interacting for hours following the injury, symptoms will begin to emerge, such as: drowsiness, confusion, and combativeness. If these symptoms are recognized and immediate medical attention is given, it is possible to stop the bleed from progressing. The pressure in the brain becomes a surgical emergency. Neurosurgeons may perform a craniotomy to remove the bleed, or even a craniectomy — removing a piece of skull temporarily like a window — to give the swelling brain room for inflammation without causing death to the surrounding tissue.

As far as the person being older, it would increase the chances of an injury being more serious than what a younger person would experience. Older adults have more fragile bones and they tend to bleed easier. However, my college professor was in his 40s when he passed away. So if the injury is substantial., the outcome will be the same. Regardless of age.

I know loss.

We lost our son in 2005 at age 20 to a firefighter training accident in our small home town,

In 2000, my 43 year old brother killed himself without signs or warnings, leaving a widow, two children, two living parents, three siblings and hundreds of extended family and friends lost and confused.

There are others along the way, those are just the closest.

Love is a metaphysical life force that we process in our souls. The only energy for our soul is love. Without love, we merely exist, with love we live.

In my journeys through grief I understand:

We grieve because we love.

No love, no grief.

The deeper and longer the love, the deeper and longer the grief.

When we love someone, there is an unspoken understanding that one of us will die before the other.

Grief is the final responsibility of loving someone.

The person has died, our love for them hasn’t.

We will exist, but we will not live until we learn to love life and ourselves again,

When you lose those closest to you, you must stop the bleeding of love from the wound inflicted on your soul.

Then you begin refilling your soul with love from yourself and small gifts of love from those around you.

When your soul begins to fill with love of your life, you will begin to live again.

The loss of a loved one is a time to rebuild your love for life in ways that incorporate the lessons of love you shared with someone who died. You have not lost that ability to love them, so you incorporate the grief as lessons and guideposts for your life.

There is one fundamental question that you must ask:

How would my loved one want me to grieve the loss of them?

Would they want you to suffer in pain, would they want you to dislike living, would they want you to lose value in your life because they died?

Follow the path that you know they would choose for you, it will be less punishing than the one you would choose yourself.

Be well, love both the living and the lost well because love is life.

Second by second. Minute by minute. Hour by hour.

When I fell in love, I always assumed that we would have more time. Our souls were so in sync, I never really knew where he ended and I began.

He loved me just the way I was. I loved him just the way he was. He always told me that I was the personification of his feminine side. I always said that if I had been born a boy, I would be just like him. While we didn't always enjoy the same things, we either loved the same exact things, or complimented each other to an amazing degree. We laughed at the same things, adored the same things. When I wrote a list of the traits I wanted in someone years ago, physical as well as spiritual, he checked 90% of the boxes. That doesn't come along every day, or even in a lifetime.

He took a part of my heart with him when he passed away. But in return, he is with me, I know he is. I feel him with me every day.

He called himself my Tristan, and he called me his Isolde. Like the original story, their love could not be held on Earth, but was no less passionate and unbreakable for that. I know I'll see him again. For now…second by second. Minute by minute. Hour by hour. 💔

Because everyone experiences grief differently.

I’m not much for crying at other times, so it didn’t surprise me that I didn’t cry when my parents died. For me, grief was a gentle tug, a thought that I should remember something, so I could tell my mom, a feeling of being really, finally on my own when my dad died. My parents lived long and beautiful lives, and greeted death with eyes open and hearts calm.

Media depictions of grief are always over-the-top, with keening and rending of garments, throwing yourself on the coffin, inconsolably wasting away. Like other media depictions, it’s an amplification for dramatic effect. Don’t let movies tell you how to grieve. However you do it is OK.

I can, sadly, now answer this question.

I was getting my blood drawn. Now, thing to know about me: I am deathly afraid of needles and blood. So you can imagine how horrific this experience sounds to me. But I had to do it.

When the doctor took out the needle, I made the mistake of looking straight at it going into my arm. I realized a couple of seconds after that what I was doing was not a good idea, since I am trypanophobic, and turned away immediately. But then I saw a couple black spots in my vision while I was looking at the wall opposite me as a distraction. I thought I was just getting dizzy from being so scared, but then the black dots kept spreading and spreading until they took up my entire field of vision. The last thing I remember hearing was the doctor saying, “She looks pale.”

And then I was sleeping. Pitch black darkness surrounded me, all was silent. I was sitting in my bed, sleeping. But why was I sleeping? Hadn’t I been getting my blood drawn a few minutes ago? And how can I think while I’m sleeping?

All of the sudden, my eyes flew open, and I found myself pitched forward in the chair I was sitting in with the doctor trying to hold me up. I sat up and looked, very confused, at the many faces of the doctors that now surrounded me.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You fainted,” my mom said.

“That makes sense.” A pause, then nausea overwhelmed me. “I’m going to throw up.”

So I threw up in the garbage can. But I hadn’t eaten anything that morning, so it was all spit. Pretty gross if you ask me.

As I lay down on the table with ice packs, pillows, and water, I asked my mom again what exactly had happened. She said that I had gone pale and a real shade of green. And then my eyes rolled back in my head and I fell forward. I was only out for 10 seconds at max, but they had to take the needle out of my arm because I had fallen forward and you were supposed to keep your arm still while they are drawing your blood. Thankfully, they had enough blood and didn’t have to have be come back for another test.

And while I was left on the table, the world still spinning, I thought, Man, my friends are going to get a kick out of this.

To specifically answer your question, I was not aware of anything while I was out. Not sound, nor light or activity. It was just all darkness and confusion.

Many times it's because the person's blood pressure suddenly becomes too low to sustain consciousness. Fainting (syncope in medical lingo) is nature's way of MAKING a person lay down, which increases blood flow to the brain thereby restoring consciousness.

From there it becomes more complicated as there are so many causes, from simply being scared to low blood sugar, severe infections, blood loss, etc.. The vagus nerve is the major nerve that regulates all sorts of functions, blood pressure and heart rate being two of the more important ones. The vagus can be stimulated in various ways, like bearing down to have a bowel movement (or a baby!) or jumping into cold water. The next time you become woozy on the pot, thank your vagus nerve. Another culprit can be altered oxygen and carbon dioxide levels, such as with intentional breath-holding. Syncope is again nature's way of fixing the problem in a hurry—in this case konking the person out so they quit the funny business.

Sometimes our bodies are smarter than us!

If you're asking how to make yourself pass out, there are several methods, none of them safe. Any fainting is a cause for concern. That said, here are some common ways people (unintentionally) make themselves pass out:

-too tight collar: Some people are very sensitive to pressure on the carotid artery, and even a tie tied too tightly can cause their brain to be deprived of oxygen so they pass out.

-standing up too fast: Usually this is in conjunction with other factors, like dehydration or low blood sugar. Basically, your muscles can act faster than your blood stream, and you get the opposite of a head rush.

-hypoglycaemia: If you have this as a chronic condition, or if you just go without eating for long enough, you're likely to get more than a little dizzy.

-bad posture: If you're someone who has to stand for long periods of time, you can really hurt yourself by locking your knees. It makes it so blood can't escape your legs, and you end up losing oxygen to the brain.

-hypo/hyperventilation: It seems humans only function if you do things perfectly. If you hold your breath, you won't get as much oxygen to your brain and can pass out. If you breathe too much, too quickly, you won't have enough carbon dioxide, and you'll pass out. So have fun with that.

I’ve fainted more times than I can count, but have only had one seizure. My latest episode was last night. Every time, it’s been medically related. Keep in mind that I am not afraid of the sight of blood or needles. My fainting has nothing to do with fear.

It just so happens that last night, I was wearing my FitBit Blaze, which is a smartwatch that detects my heart rate. My average BPM is 68–69, which is what my heart rate is when I’m awake, but not moving. When I walk around, it’s in the upper 80’s. So I’m sitting, anxious (because I’m aware that I often faint when getting blood drawn), and I check my watch. It says 88, so it’s a little high for me just sitting down.

When I faint, I can feel it coming, and I speak out as quickly as I can to let them know. I’ve never been able to stop it. First, my hearing starts to dull, like I’m underwater or in a tunnel. Hearing is the first to go away and the last to come back for me. And to me, this process feels rather slow. My perception of time is probably skewed because my heart rate is dropping and my brain is likely not getting enough oxygen so it is “shutting off”, but for me, it feels like 20–40 seconds of just listening to my hearing become dull.

The next step is the vision. My peripherals will have a white fuzz, kind of like the filter old timey television shows would add to make it feel like a “dream state”. That white starts slowly creeping in from the sides, and this is where I can usually speak, “I’m about to faint”. That’s a little faster acting than the sound, where my own voice also feels like it’s far away, and in about 15–30 seconds, I’m no longer conscious. Well, I think.

When I pass out, my consciousness is still awake. I can think. I have thoughts. I sometimes see visuals. I usually always hear voices, usually female voices. They’re loud, but from far away. I usually think about the things that were on my mind that day. When I fainted last night, I was thinking about a television show my husband and I watched the night before and what could happen next since it was a cliff hanger.

Just so you know, I don’t think in words. I’m a visual person where my thoughts look like movies, images, colors. Most of my thoughts are nonverbal. I do have a voice in my head when I read, but the digesting of thoughts are done through visuals like simulations (when considering an outcome of a decision). This may contribute as to why I see and hear things when I’m unconscious.

Anyway, being unconscious is not even the best part, in my mind. That is still yet to come. However, the time spent in this state of lull depends on how long I’m out. I’m usually not out for long, maybe a few seconds to a minute or two. Being unconscious though, that time feels significantly shorter, like I spent maybe 20 seconds for every minute that passes by.

The best part is when you’re coming to. I am entirely amnesiatic. For a few seconds, I can’t quite see, everything is white. I can’t quite hear, but the sounds are closer, but I can’t make anything out. I am aware of my body. I can feel my face moving toward the sources of sound, I know my eyes are open, but I don’t have words or thoughts to really know that. All knowledge is gone. I can still think, and I’m desperately forming images in my mind as to what is happening. I don’t know what anything is. I don’t know what being alive is. I don’t know what death is. I’m not afraid, because I don’t know what fear is. I don’t know who I am, let alone that I’m something called human. Simply put, I am peace. I am blissfully ignorant.

As my vision starts to clear by the white subsiding to the peripherals, opposite of how it came on, my memories come back. Long term memory, anyway. I start to remember that I’m a person and what my name is and what I’ve experienced in life. Short term memory isn’t quite back yet, so I’ve still no idea where I am or who I’m with, but I see faces and can respond to them with simple words. Hearing is still like a tunnel. Once my vision is back to normal, then my hearing slowly returns, reversing as slowly as it came on as well. By the time my hearing is completely back, my short term memory has also returned and I remember why I’m in a hospital room.

I think to check my FitBit, my heart rate is 61. My body is a little shakey and my muscles are a bit cramped, but otherwise I feel rather clear in the head. Worried nurses ask questions like how I’m feeling. I’m a bit nauseous, so I ask for a bucket for “just in case” (didn’t need it in the end). I also got some water and later orange juice to sip on. Finally, we moved to a room where I could lay down for a bit until I felt more stable and less shakey.

Afterwards, and today, I must say, that last fainting spell has changed something in me. I used to be afraid of death, afraid to die because then I would not exist anymore. I’m not religious and I don’t believe in an afterlife. But I think once your brain starts to shut down and you become unconscious, that your consciousness won’t be afraid as you begin to slip away, even if you were scared when you were awake, you’ll just feel an ignorant peace; that’s a comforting thought.

As for the one time I had a seizure, it was quite different. I was sitting with a medical student and she was poking around the back of my left hand to draw blood since both of the crooks in my elbows weren’t helpful (apparently I’ve got “rolling veins” which makes it difficult to stick me). Were were smiling and joking and she knew I’ve fainted in the past, because I have to tell doctors each time now.

When she stuck me, I think she missed and hit a nerve, because the next thing I knew, instead of white around the edges of my vision, it was black. Onset was almost immediately. Hearing and vision went out simultaneously. My consciousness was just in a dark place for what felt like a whole minute. It felt long compared to other times. I didn’t feel any emotions, so I wasn’t scared or confused. But I also didn’t have any full fledged thoughts. Just remember thinking it’s been a long time in here. When I came to, I came back as quickly as I left, and could heard the head nurse yelling at the student. A few minutes passed and I asked what happened, and they said I was jerking around, staring straight ahead. It was an induced seizure. I’ve seen it before because I had a childhood friend with epilepsy and was familiar with her behavior during her seizure episodes, but this was the first time I experienced it myself.

It’s not scary, it’s just embarrassing, and I imagine if I myself was epileptic, I’d probably be mad at my brain for being that way. Having a seizure is not nearly as nice of an experience as fainting. I almost wish I could be in that ignorant bliss that comes after fainting for eternity.

Yes, it’s common, especially if it’s our first real contact with death.

Death is not something we humans can truly fathom, and so when someone dies, we are forced to confront the reality as best as we can. Once we have admitted the reality of death into our lives and see how powerful and devastating the changes it brings to us fragile humans, it’s all too easy to become fearful lest others die, too.

This fear is especially prevalent among children who lose a parent, because what are they to do if they lose the remaining parent? It’s also prevalent among parents who lose a child because the are reminded of the awesome responsibility they carry for their remaining children.

In my case, after losing my life mate/soul mate, I did not become fearful that others would die because his death was the absolute worst thing that could happen to me. I became fearful of other things, though, like growing old alone and dying alone.

Usually the reason a person faints is bc the mind received such a terrible shock that it sort of shuts off like turning off a light switch. It is like if a machine over loads and turns itself off to keep from burning up, the mind makes you faint in order to protect itself from an over load of shocking information. I'm so sorry to hear that your crush rejected you but you should do your very best to look at it as it is the crush's loss not yours. Try your best to hold your head high and start immediately to look for someone new. If you will stop and look around you might be surprised to find who may be interested in you! I know your hurt, but the best thing you can do is not to sit and dwell on it, but move forward. Like I said, you might be surprised to learn who else has interest in you. Hang in there, it will get better, I promise.

Our mind is wired to expect normalcy and gets upset at the sight of abnormal sights.The incident triggers a wide variety of responses from embarassment to nausea. The first sight of a dead body may trigger fear or anxiety for this reason. Ig the dead body is mutilated or in disintegrating state, the nausea is a sure response for most people. But it is also possible to overcome this response pattern. Think of the staff who handle dead bodies in grave yards, in Post Mortem clinics, morgue etc..They get used to expecting such things and once we reach stage, the shock effect is no more there.

As a child, I was shocked and had nausea at the sight of ruptured skin on the leg of a Filaria Patient, begging around for survival. But once I started clandestinely feeding him, the nausea gave way to compassion and I was later much relaxed , helpin g him clean his wounds and applying medicine. Later, visiting Leprosy Colonies and administerin medicines and dressing their wounds, and collecting samples for the Lab tests, I was completely at easewith myself.

Generally,it is the shock effect.

Definitely

I feel the same connection to a girl who was murdered in ’93 in Houston,Texas.Her name was Jennifer Ertman,she was 14 at the time of her death and she was a very good student and person.Maybe you’ve heard of her.The murders of her and her best friend,Elizabeth Peña(who was 16 at the time of her death)shook the USA,and among others,it shook me pretty bad,not like a normal person,but like I knew her personally.I felt a very strong connection with her after finding out about her death about a year ago and the manner in which she was murdered.

It was heartwrenching,more than anything I experienced ever in my life.When I saw the picture of Jennifer and Elizabeth,my attention was immediately drawn to Jennifer’s eyes,for some reason.I looked at her eyes without blinking for a good minute or so,and when I kind of woke up from a kind of trance,I immediately felt very strong deppression,sadness and a feeling that I could have done something about it,don’t know why.

I felt like I knew her like I knew myself,like I’ve spent my entire life with her,even though she was born in ’79 and I was born in 2002,and,also,for some reason,I always felt like I was born in the wrong century,and that I would do much better in life if I was born in the 80’s.I always loved the 80’s and 90’s for no apparent reason.I just do.Maybe it’s connected to my connection to Jennifer in a way.

It almost feels like I lived in those times and knew the people who lived back then.Perhaps it has something to do with the whole “past life” thing.Could be,I don’t think it’s impossible.Furthermore,I think it’s almost definitely true.

But the question is,who was I?What kind of person was I?What connection did I have with Jennifer and why do I feel like I could have done something to prevent her death?

To this very day,I don’t have an answer to any of those questions,and I’m looking for answers myself.That is how I found this post,and Quora.Looking for answers.Searching.Trying to uncover my past and to try and understand the situation I’m in better.

That’s right,I don’t know what situation I’m in.I’m lost inside my mind,looking for reasons for the things I feel.I’m basically stuck inside my head looking for answersmand I’m still searching.I’ll probably search forever,for all I know.

Jennifer and I are not so different.We both are and were good persons and good students,listened to our parents,our parents never hit us,never yelled at us,never had a reason to do so,and I’m not too much older than her when she was murdered,she was 14,I’m 16.Maybe all those things have something to do with my connection to Jennifer.I can’t describe to you what I feel right now in any matter,no word can describe this.I feel sad,hollow,hopeless,depressed,melancholyc,nostalgic and even more,all at the same time.I con’t find a word that unites all of those into one word.Simply,the feeling can’t be put into words.

I guess in life,I’ll be forever searching inside my head and memories,but when I’m dead,I hope I see Jennifer in person,and ask her all those questions that lurk inside my head,slowly eating away at my sanity,until there’s nothing left.I hope this answers your question,and please,if anyone reading this has an answer to shed some light to ease my psichological burden,please do so,I’m losing my sanity over it.Share it whenever and wherever you can,I’m dying to know the answers to those questions.

Now that I think of it,perhaps all this was just to ease my weakened mind and tell somebody my story,and was in fact,in vain,and nobody will see this answer,not even the person who asked for an answer for it in the first place.I guess in that case,I’ll just withdraw into my thoughts,memories and mind,and perhaps lose myself in it,become insane,and be forgotten forever by all that exists…

The sadness…it never goes away…it lingers…like a phantom of the past,just putting weight on your back,pressurising you until your sanity breaks,like a dry twig laying next to a dead tree when stepped on by an animal passing by.once it cracks in half,it can never be whole again,just like your sanity…Think of that what you will,but it’s the truth..

It has happened to me. I was really close to my maternal grandfather, that morning he visited me and told me he'll be back in the evening, he has to visit a dentist. I still remember it clearly I was watching tv with my family and suddenly I feel something weird and then I looked around me to check if something has happened but everyone seemed okay, so I didnt think much of it.

Five minutes later, my mom's phone rang and I dont know why but i was trying to listen in which i never usually do, my 15 year old mind never cared about eavesdropping, something just felt Strange and then my mom made up some excuse and took her car keys and left. It turned out my grandfather had an accident. And somehow I felt it, without knowing anything but at the exact moment it happened i felt something. I have a terrible memory but somehow I remember all about that moment. I dont know what it was, but somehow I knew, like I sensed a part of me dying.

I had never loved anyone more nor can I ever, what he was to me, it was beyond words, beyond just relations, beyond love…

I still love him…

There are several reasons for feeling sad when someone dies. Yes, we will miss that person. Even if we won’t miss that person, we feel sorry for the people who are left behind and who will miss the deceased. When a young person or a small child dies, we think it is such a shame for that child not to have the experience of life and love and not to have anything to look forward to. Many people are afraid to die; sometimes we do think that we missed telling them something that we should have and now have lost the chance.

In actuality, we will see those people again. I am one of those people who actually died (brain dead) during an operation. It was an eye-opening experience as we do live on, just without our body which is only the shell. The soul goes back to where it came from, our home which some call heaven. I call it another plane or level. An entity (I was told it was an angel) met me on a path with a bright light ahead. We walked and we spoke telepathically. Did not know whether it was a she or a he, as could not see the face. When you see that bright light, the feeling you get is so full of love, acceptance and joy that you forget about who and what you left behind, at least temporarily. I was going to meet all my relatives and friends (I have many who have died) and then as I was opening the gate, the entity told me, “sorry you have to go back”, and I was then back in my body. Some have said to me,” it was a hallucination” but it definitely was not. I had hallucinations as well for a week or so. If you use your brain, you catch on quickly that what you see cannot be true and realize it is a hallucination. Not so with an NDE (Near Death Experience).