So I'm trying to be proud of myself because I went to a defense class targeted at women for domestic violence/sexual assault response. I started going to a dojo a little under a month ago, and it was held there by the instructor. I really like the instructor, D, and feel safe with him and with the other people in my normally very small (like, five of us) class. So I thought I would be okay, because it's a safe space and at least one safe person. I was wrong.
It was a lot of people, about 40 of us with the staff and no one from my branch of the school was there except D. I didn't know anyone, tried to small talk with some people while I was waiting, and found someone there who I could at least sit by who was also really nervous. We lined up and did some basic drills, mostly things I've done, and I worked on sort of getting a rapport going with the black belt, let's call him S, I was grouped with knowing it would only get more difficult.
I did fine on all the standing attacks (mostly choke holds), but was starting to get really overstimulated by the time we moved to floor work. S was impressed with my work on the basics and was decidedly not going easy on me. Which is good, because ideally you want to be able to react well when threatened. But when we worked on being pinned to the ground I knew I was starting to dissociate, and then midstream D moved the hold to choking on the ground and S put enough weight into his grab I really lost it for a minute. He was observant and must have noticed when I went limp. But for a few seconds I was decidedly somewhere else with someone else's hands around my neck.
He subtly got D to come over while he finished working with the rest of our group and it was handled well. But I was so out of sorts by the time we finished the class I fell in front of everyone doing solo work in the front of the room to boot. I'm just really angry with myself for thinking I could do this, embarrassed and mortified. I feel like a bumbling fool in my normal classes there due to the learning curve, but at least I hadn't acted like a crazy person until tonight.
And now I'm anxious about going to class tomorrow, because while the style I train in tends to be less full contact there's still always that chance. How do you find the courage to go back to a place where you've had an episode? Is it wrong that I'm actually more angry that everyone seemed to be fine and understanding? I don't know. The whole thing makes my head hurt.
It was a lot of people, about 40 of us with the staff and no one from my branch of the school was there except D. I didn't know anyone, tried to small talk with some people while I was waiting, and found someone there who I could at least sit by who was also really nervous. We lined up and did some basic drills, mostly things I've done, and I worked on sort of getting a rapport going with the black belt, let's call him S, I was grouped with knowing it would only get more difficult.
I did fine on all the standing attacks (mostly choke holds), but was starting to get really overstimulated by the time we moved to floor work. S was impressed with my work on the basics and was decidedly not going easy on me. Which is good, because ideally you want to be able to react well when threatened. But when we worked on being pinned to the ground I knew I was starting to dissociate, and then midstream D moved the hold to choking on the ground and S put enough weight into his grab I really lost it for a minute. He was observant and must have noticed when I went limp. But for a few seconds I was decidedly somewhere else with someone else's hands around my neck.
He subtly got D to come over while he finished working with the rest of our group and it was handled well. But I was so out of sorts by the time we finished the class I fell in front of everyone doing solo work in the front of the room to boot. I'm just really angry with myself for thinking I could do this, embarrassed and mortified. I feel like a bumbling fool in my normal classes there due to the learning curve, but at least I hadn't acted like a crazy person until tonight.
And now I'm anxious about going to class tomorrow, because while the style I train in tends to be less full contact there's still always that chance. How do you find the courage to go back to a place where you've had an episode? Is it wrong that I'm actually more angry that everyone seemed to be fine and understanding? I don't know. The whole thing makes my head hurt.