OP when my now 25 year old DS was a child
he had a serious an accident incvolving a full kettle of boiling water. He was very badly scalded.
His scream haunts me to this day. The skin on his arms and hand was hanging.
I got him in the bath and ran cold water and called an ambulance. To my own ears, I sounded calm and detached. Very matter of fact. That's all I remember of that bit up to the moment the First Responders arrived.
Now, you would have thought I would have been crying or in tears. Hysterical even. But I wasn't. I couldn't summon a single visible emotion that demonstrated either concern or distress. I mean I couldn't even respond to my own traumatised crying son with any soothing emotion. I behaved totally detached. My facial expression felt set in stone. My voice was formal and flat. It was like I didn't give a shit about my own son's obvious pain and trauma.
In the back of my mind I remember thinking that they might think I am a neglectful parent or an abusive one because I am not showing appropriate emotions and that I ought to show some feeling so they can see I care. I care about my son. I tried to summon something. But I couldn't for the life of me. I got in the ambulance and sat there like a cold statue. I couldn't even hold my son's hand.
Then I felt a squeeze on my shoulder and it was the First Responder. She gave me a look of sympathy and said 'he's going to be alright, it's worse than it looks and he's not the only child I've attended to this week'. I've never forgotten her for her kindness and perception 20 years later. Yet I was mute and didn't even acknowledge her kindness at the time.
Got to the hospital was (rightly) quizzed by nurses and doctors repeatedly about what happened. All I had was a flat tone, flat expression, flat, just flat, like don't give a shit flat. Seemed totally divorced from my child. I truly couldn't muster any rousing emotion. Social services could have been called and taken my son away temporarily under suspicion of neglect and I wouldn't have been able to demonstrate any appropriate caring or reactionary mannerisms.
Thank god the staff probably realised this and no one concluded that I must of intentionally harmed my child (well there was one nurse who did get frustrated at my seeming casual 'not bothered' stance and got angry and said 'look how bad it is mum!!' as if I wasn't fully aware of it, and I couldn't even reply to her, either).
I was in shock. Deep internal shock. You have fight, flight, and freeze.
I was in freeze.
It took me three days before I cried about it.
If the police had come to my house to arrest me for the crime of murder, I would have likely been the same as Lucy. Flat, unable to summon emotion, looking like I don't give a fuck about my innocence or the babies for that matter. But completely shut down with shock on the inside.
You cannot tell if someone is wholly guilty or innocent of a crime by their level of perceived emotion.