A take on the fight-or-flight response.

When we refer to a fight-or-flight response, alternatively called the acute stress response, it talks about how a person responds in a particular perceived dangerous situation.

This situation inherently refers to all the surrounding elements and those within. Very well, then.

It is all theory until you notice the same events unfolding in different circumstances, changing the said environment, impacting your corresponding response.

This might sound silly, but that reality of it set in very recently, in my mind.

Situation A –

On various occasions, when a lizard or a pigeon entered the house when I am alone or accompanied by family, my immediate response is to scream, exit the premises and have someone handle the situation, and step back in only when it is deemed free of the creatures—a clear flight response.

Situation B –

Recently, I was hosting my sibling’s byproduct for a couple of weeks. And, when on two different occasions a lizard and a pigeon entered the house, and the byproduct was scared and screaming with a voice decibel (to date I am not really sure how it was generated from that tiny body), even before realizing I got into the fight mode.

The pigeon was the easy one, I opened the nearest door, and it flew off in a few seconds. The lizard, though. Oh! This was interesting.

Leading the lizard in the direction of the exit was a very tiring and rather time-consuming exercise. The poor fellow is scared as well. It took executing quite a few tricks off google, making sure I am not harming it in the process, and at some point, there might have been a serious heart-to-heart conversation pleading it leaves and that I don’t mean any harm.

And, finally, some 30 odd minutes later, there was a victory. At some level, I feel it empathized with me, felt sorry for me, and left.

After that ordeal, I still can not fathom who that person on the fight mode was.

If a situation like this occurs again (I hope it does not), I am not sure if the reaction will be a flight or fight. And, I don’t want to find out either. But with the whole experience, I think I am slightly proud of how I handled situation B. Not too proud, just in case any creatures are listening to these thoughts in my mind.


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