Hi all, I posted this on another forum a few days ago. Some of you on that forum saw this before as well as the discussion that came after. A PM from a friend here reminded me there are viewpoints I bring that can be valuable because they are "fresh." You don't know me as well here but I think this post may have some value in this forum. I wrote it and I've changed a few things in it, but I think I own it, mods correct me if I'm wrong. I'm okay now, as much as one can be when they are experiencing this:
I finished day 2 of defensive handgun today. The first day and a half were fun. They taught me new skills and brought out my competitive side. It felt like shooting for sport. Then it changed.
I had a new experience and it was uncomfortable. We were indoors, learning to shoot while backing away from the BG. I watched a friend who I know has a very active security threat do this exercise. I saw in his face that he went from "learning good skills" to stopping an attacker. In my head, I had a "flash foward" for lack of a better word. It was me fending off the BG and putting massive wounds at COM. It went like this "lung, lung, heart, heart, spine/aorta, liver, lots of blood, guts." I finished the drill and did fine but stepped outside to collect myself. I don't think anyone else knew but it got very real for me. The reality of being in that situation settled on me and I got clammy, nauseated and dropped a few tears outside. I asked around to see how it was for everyone else. They were still up in their heads talking about skills and I was in my body feeling how serious this choice is.
I haven't changed my mind about my willingness to use whatever level of force is required to stop a deadly threat. I'm just kind of shaken. I have threats beyond the average predator. Some of their faces I know. It just got real. I had an out of body moment of "how did I get here and will I be okay if I have to do this?" I don't carry a gun as a lucky rabbit's foot anymore.
I finished day 2 of defensive handgun today. The first day and a half were fun. They taught me new skills and brought out my competitive side. It felt like shooting for sport. Then it changed.
I had a new experience and it was uncomfortable. We were indoors, learning to shoot while backing away from the BG. I watched a friend who I know has a very active security threat do this exercise. I saw in his face that he went from "learning good skills" to stopping an attacker. In my head, I had a "flash foward" for lack of a better word. It was me fending off the BG and putting massive wounds at COM. It went like this "lung, lung, heart, heart, spine/aorta, liver, lots of blood, guts." I finished the drill and did fine but stepped outside to collect myself. I don't think anyone else knew but it got very real for me. The reality of being in that situation settled on me and I got clammy, nauseated and dropped a few tears outside. I asked around to see how it was for everyone else. They were still up in their heads talking about skills and I was in my body feeling how serious this choice is.
I haven't changed my mind about my willingness to use whatever level of force is required to stop a deadly threat. I'm just kind of shaken. I have threats beyond the average predator. Some of their faces I know. It just got real. I had an out of body moment of "how did I get here and will I be okay if I have to do this?" I don't carry a gun as a lucky rabbit's foot anymore.