In an earlier blog (Trains of thought) I talked a bit about how I felt out on the road, as a passenger at the moment obviously, after the crash. Each time I go out, I feel less worried; although I have yet to tackle any journey further than 20 miles.
I also find that scenes in films or TV programmes that involve car crashes increase my heart-rate, I can feel it happening; I get a strange feeling of panic. It is short-lived but very palpable.
And yet I can look at the photographs of our crash scene and of the Transporter after the event (Mr H. took several pictures) with only a slight twinge of emotion. Others looking at them find them quite disturbing.
The psyche is a complex thing.