OK, I watched this How To Open Hood: 2011 Honda Accord LX 2.4L 4 Cyl.
I thought that it looked pretty much the same as my 2013 Corolla. So at lunch time, I went out to the parking lot. I’m a 53 year old woman with some arthritis. I stand 5’4". I’ve opened the hood on this car once in the year I’ve had it. Oddly enough, to add washer fluid.
I popped the latch inside the car. The hood popped up about an inch. It did take me a little longer to find thesafety latch; it was further back than I thought. I opened the hood paying attention to the weight. I shut it and tried again with one hand. Not a problem.
Closed the hood and tried again, this time paying attention to my hands. I popped the safety latch with my right hand and lifted the hood with the TIPS of my fingers about 8 inches. Then, still holding the hood with the tips of my fingers, I turned my left hand outward so that it went from lifting with my fingers to pushing with my palm. I move the right hand similarly and then the hood is fully raised. If either of my hands slips, my fingers are OVER the hood, not between the hood and the engine block. Now with my left hand holding the hood over my head palm out, I take my right hand and disengage the rod. Yes, my fingers are under the hood right now, but if it slipped out of my left hand, there’s plenty of time to back up. I think it would be reflexive.
Fears come from different places. I know women who won’t go in the back yard because someone saw a grass snake in it three years ago. If you know any women who have been divorced a long time, you might ask them. Many of them had to learn to do things for themselves they didn’t know how to do before and don’t get snarky about imparting the knowledge.*
Whoever you get to help you, make sure they understand you want to be able to do this yourself. Don’t get someone to do it for you; get someone to show you how.
*For the record, I was not one of these women. My father was positively barbaric, fercryinoutloud, in his insistence that I help him when he worked on things. I was pretty resentful of having to get out in hot car and work the brake or indicators or hand him tools when I was 10 or so, but in the long run it paid off. As did changing the tire in the driveway four or six or “geez, I’ve got it, Dad” times.