I want to write about coerciveness, or the idea of being coerced, whether it be to smile, hug, or sleep with someone, and the feeling of guilt around saying no, or that one doesn’t have the right to defend oneself. It’s just something on my mind. There’s a certain amount of socialization I learned that I feel played in to some of the patterns I’ve ended up perpetuating in my relationships, and I really want to think about this. And I see some younger girls falling into the same trap and then getting hurt by it, and I see some men capitalizing on it. But I think some of this starts really young for us, or I know it did for me, and it made knowing how to set limits pretty confusing and unclear. And it took getting to the point where I was in a pretty bad state to get to a place where I knew I had to look out for myself, take care of myself, and protect myself like I am gold. It took me a goddam long time to get to that place, too. Anyway, I wish I’d learned it as a kid. I wish I was taught that I didn’t have to hug the creepy guy in the family, that I wasn’t responsible for that person’s feelings. I wish there was someone who had my back and taught me that my gut instincts were true; that if my stomach was in knots around a person there was a very good reason. I think that would’ve saved me a great deal of difficulty later.
I think the world would be a better place if women were taught self defense classes at an early age. Seriously. Imagine the impact that would have? I went to a self defense workshop a couple of months ago, and it was great. We practiced scenarios of invading space and protecting space and it was a great experience for me. We didn’t get to any combat techniques until the very end. What we worked on most was how to pick up verbal and body language cues, and how to respond. How to move away from someone moving too close and how to respond verbally to someone who doesn’t let up. And later on that night I had the opportunity to use one of the techniques; with I., who I’d been putting up with a lot of verbal nonsense throughout the year. Suddenly it was very clear, and within a 15 minute period he was gone, completely! He made one attempt to get in the final word and then was gone, and I didn’t miss him for a minute after that. It was one of the clearest moments I’ve (ever?) had!
So, anyway, I’d like to write more about this at a later date.



