When a human, ready to use violence, comes close to a helpless animal, a small and innocent one, it has three options of reacting to the approaching danger.
It can attack. It can run away. Or it plays dead.
We are animals, too. Some of us more helpless than others. Some of us would never use all of those options. But sometimes…there is no chance. Our brain can only take a specific amount of mental damage before it tries to shut the pain all out. Pretends it isn’t there to protect itself. Protect the mind. The soul. The little child’s soul that cannot attack or run away because the torturer is just too strong.
So while the body plays it dead, gets all stiff and the mind tries to disconnect from the physical pain it has to endure…the brain can work wonders to create a place of peace. Repressions of cruel situations like abuse to keep the innocent child’s soul safe. It never works forever but…for a moment…for a moment it feels right to fall for this little trick.
Headcanons for spending winter w Pidge as her so?