slammed the Nintendo as hard as he could onto the old oak wooden floor. I watched in slow motion as the box shattered into hundreds of pieces.
This struck a chord, not just the abuse but the fact you mentioned slow motion. Did the action slow down while you watched? It happened to me, just once when I was a kid. Never happened since.
Yeah tachypsychia. When you witness something in slow motion and all the little details stay with you forever in photographic memory like a video that haunts you, that you can rewatch over and over for better or for worse. Usually happens to people in duress.
I've had it happen a few times. But I can still see the bits of the Nintendo bounce off the floor and splash across the room to this day.
"Research suggests that tachypsychia is a stress reaction induced by a combination of high levels of dopamine and norepinephrine. The chemicals impact the uptake and processing of information in the visual processing center."
Source: https://www.samatters.com/understanding-stress-part-8-time-distortion/#:~:text=Research%20suggests%20that%20tachypsychia%20is,in%20the%20visual%20processing%20center.
I have looked it up in the past, just not come across anyone it happened too before. I was around 10 and saw a car crash, dude come crashing through the window-screen, blood everywhere. Just bits of it left in my memory.
It's happened to me on a few occasions. I think some people are more prone to it than others. Every fight, every traumatic thing ive witnessed has an element of it for me. Good to know that im nit alone though and someone else has experienced it. That must gave been traumatic to see especially at ten.
I guess it was, the events leading up to it were also slowed down, like I knew it was going to happen. Was it the same with you? That NES must have been your life., what happened to you was horrible.
Yeah you kinda saw it coming and braced yourself and then it just unfolds in slow motion before you.
That Nintendo was my only companion outside of school when I went to my dads house. It was a large house and i was fairly isolated. The Nintendo was all I had to look forward to when I was there.
My dad was a violent man. Psychologically abusive too. I remember my big sister jumping in front of me when she was ten to take beatings meant for me. Sadly my sister and I are on different paths these days and we barely talk or get along.