Our Relief Society at church sponsored a Self Defense Class. It was really good. They had visual aids, they went over principles, and then had people practice.
Unfortunately I couldn't handle it. I don't know why I thought I could. A lot of emotions come up and I had a really hard time being there. I am very fortunate and blessed to never have been physically attacked, but I am aware of so much information in Todd's deadly attack and have taken it very personally.
Over half the people there personally know a serial killer, and yet they seemed to be having a good time and enjoying themselves. I do of course think it's good to be aware of your surrounds and be prepared to defend yourself. I still need to work through things and maybe one day it will be less emotional. But I am not there yet.
I don't want to continue to allow John to ruin my life. I don't think I ever have enjoyed conversations about weapons, guns, and self defense, but maybe some more one on one conversations about such topics would be prudent before I ever try a group setting like this again.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Panic Attack
Posted by Carrie Johanson at 10:51 PM
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I'm sorry, Carrie! I remember the first time I went to enrichment in VA (then the Mt Vernon ward), it was a self-defense class. I have had some scary experiences (not to be compared with yours, but enough to cause ample anxiety), and the class was the last thing I needed. I hope you are now surrounded by happy, secure, and calming thoughts and experiences.
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