KMS061512
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Let me preface my story by saying that I am a 38 year old mother of 3. I'm healthy but not particulary athletic. My husband is a rescue diver, has been for 10+ years and absolutely loves to dive.
The college where I work offered the Open Water course so I signed up. I was a little put off by the fact that after I paid the $300 for the course, I learned that I needed another $400 worth of equipment by the next week. But, we went to the shop and got what I needed.
I really clicked with the girl who became my dive buddy throughout the course. Even though she was 20 years younger than me, we felt comfortable together and our skill levels were very similiar. I loved the pool work and looked forward to each class. I passed the final exam with a 90, most of the questions I got wrong had to do with the dive tables.
The only thing I didn't like about the class up until that point was the instructors. The lead instructor was ok, not particularly patient or approachable, but his wife (the assistant instructor) was bad. I often felt like she thought she was training Navy Seals the way she'd yell at us. But, they are the only dive shop within at least 2 hours of us so there really was no other options for training.
But, I was feeling good about diving and thought it'd be a fun hobby that my husband and I could do together locally on the weekends. That was until the day of the Open Water dive. It couldn't have gone any worse! That day I wasn't feeling well, not sick but just a 'yucky' feeling, like I thought I'd probably come down with a cold within a few days, no congestion or real cold symptoms, I just felt off. I did know that after that day, they wouldn't be offering the Open Water dive again for at least a month so I went. We met at the dive shop at 2pm. When I got there, I learned that my dive buddy wouldn't be diving that day because they didn't have any equipment to fit her. There was only one other person from my class there, someone I recognized but hadn't had any interaction with during the class.
I got fitted for a wet suit, a hood and gloves. We had not worn any of this equipment in the pools. We quickly tried it on and off we went. We got to the site and there were lots more people there, none that I recognized. I was the only female student, most were young, athletic men and I was very intimidated by that.
We put on all the gear and worked our way into the water. I was instantly uncomfortable. I was not used to all the additional equipment, I felt like I was being strangled by the hood and I was shocked at how different the choppy open water was compared to the pool. I tried to work my way out into the water but I was slipping on the rocks most of the way down. I got in the water and while trying to get my balance, one of the instructors yells from shore (the wife that I already don't care for) "don't go too far out, you'll get caught in the current", then some of the instructors start joking about having to rescue us before we even start our first activity. I think that is what sealed my fate for the day. I did the first group of activities but I was not comfortable at all. There were also people shouting in all directions. The Instructor was in the water shouting directions but I had a hard time understanding him with the hood on, the wife was shouting directions from the shore and another dive master was next me trying to tell me what to do. Now, I was really off my game.
We get ready to down into the water to do our second group of activities. The last thing that the Instructor said before going underwater was to stay with your buddy. We were swimming along and I was getting more nervous and more nervous. I was beginning to panick but trying to talk myself down. I started to really start to panick so I looked for my buddy. I could see 4 or 5 people but they all looked the same to me and I couldn't tell which one was my buddy. I looked for an instructor to give the 'somethings not right' signal but I couldn't tell who was who and no one was looking at me. I lost it, I bolted for the surface. When I got up I couldn't catch my breath - full on panick. One of the instructors surfaced right behind me but I was done. I had to get out of the water. They tried to talk me into resting and trying again later but I was so shaken up that there was no way I was going back in the water that day. When I was leaving they did say that I could go back in to the pool for more practice, but of course it'll be with a whole new class of people.
Now, I'm so tramatized by the ordeal. A week ago I thought I loved diving and was looking forward to all the fun adventures the hubby and I would have diving together. Now, I feel like giving up altogher. I do agree that going back for a few more pool sessions wouldn't hurt but I really wish it were with different instructors who I felt more comfortable with. But, what I really feel like I need is open water practice. I did ok in the pool, it was the open water that I had problems with. I wish my hubby and I could rent some equipment and swim around in some shallow water for a little while to get me used to the environment and to repair my confidence in diving. But, my hubby is only a rescue diver so I don't know if that is allowed or not. I also don't know if the dive shop will allow me to reattempt the open water dive without more pool work. I'm so upset with myself for bolting to the surface, I know the dangers of that, I know that is not what a good diver does. This event has really shaken my confidence in my ability to be a safe, responsible diver.
I'm wondering if others have had similiar situations or know people who have been in similiar situations. Any words of wisdom from the pros? Anything?
The college where I work offered the Open Water course so I signed up. I was a little put off by the fact that after I paid the $300 for the course, I learned that I needed another $400 worth of equipment by the next week. But, we went to the shop and got what I needed.
I really clicked with the girl who became my dive buddy throughout the course. Even though she was 20 years younger than me, we felt comfortable together and our skill levels were very similiar. I loved the pool work and looked forward to each class. I passed the final exam with a 90, most of the questions I got wrong had to do with the dive tables.
The only thing I didn't like about the class up until that point was the instructors. The lead instructor was ok, not particularly patient or approachable, but his wife (the assistant instructor) was bad. I often felt like she thought she was training Navy Seals the way she'd yell at us. But, they are the only dive shop within at least 2 hours of us so there really was no other options for training.
But, I was feeling good about diving and thought it'd be a fun hobby that my husband and I could do together locally on the weekends. That was until the day of the Open Water dive. It couldn't have gone any worse! That day I wasn't feeling well, not sick but just a 'yucky' feeling, like I thought I'd probably come down with a cold within a few days, no congestion or real cold symptoms, I just felt off. I did know that after that day, they wouldn't be offering the Open Water dive again for at least a month so I went. We met at the dive shop at 2pm. When I got there, I learned that my dive buddy wouldn't be diving that day because they didn't have any equipment to fit her. There was only one other person from my class there, someone I recognized but hadn't had any interaction with during the class.
I got fitted for a wet suit, a hood and gloves. We had not worn any of this equipment in the pools. We quickly tried it on and off we went. We got to the site and there were lots more people there, none that I recognized. I was the only female student, most were young, athletic men and I was very intimidated by that.
We put on all the gear and worked our way into the water. I was instantly uncomfortable. I was not used to all the additional equipment, I felt like I was being strangled by the hood and I was shocked at how different the choppy open water was compared to the pool. I tried to work my way out into the water but I was slipping on the rocks most of the way down. I got in the water and while trying to get my balance, one of the instructors yells from shore (the wife that I already don't care for) "don't go too far out, you'll get caught in the current", then some of the instructors start joking about having to rescue us before we even start our first activity. I think that is what sealed my fate for the day. I did the first group of activities but I was not comfortable at all. There were also people shouting in all directions. The Instructor was in the water shouting directions but I had a hard time understanding him with the hood on, the wife was shouting directions from the shore and another dive master was next me trying to tell me what to do. Now, I was really off my game.
We get ready to down into the water to do our second group of activities. The last thing that the Instructor said before going underwater was to stay with your buddy. We were swimming along and I was getting more nervous and more nervous. I was beginning to panick but trying to talk myself down. I started to really start to panick so I looked for my buddy. I could see 4 or 5 people but they all looked the same to me and I couldn't tell which one was my buddy. I looked for an instructor to give the 'somethings not right' signal but I couldn't tell who was who and no one was looking at me. I lost it, I bolted for the surface. When I got up I couldn't catch my breath - full on panick. One of the instructors surfaced right behind me but I was done. I had to get out of the water. They tried to talk me into resting and trying again later but I was so shaken up that there was no way I was going back in the water that day. When I was leaving they did say that I could go back in to the pool for more practice, but of course it'll be with a whole new class of people.
Now, I'm so tramatized by the ordeal. A week ago I thought I loved diving and was looking forward to all the fun adventures the hubby and I would have diving together. Now, I feel like giving up altogher. I do agree that going back for a few more pool sessions wouldn't hurt but I really wish it were with different instructors who I felt more comfortable with. But, what I really feel like I need is open water practice. I did ok in the pool, it was the open water that I had problems with. I wish my hubby and I could rent some equipment and swim around in some shallow water for a little while to get me used to the environment and to repair my confidence in diving. But, my hubby is only a rescue diver so I don't know if that is allowed or not. I also don't know if the dive shop will allow me to reattempt the open water dive without more pool work. I'm so upset with myself for bolting to the surface, I know the dangers of that, I know that is not what a good diver does. This event has really shaken my confidence in my ability to be a safe, responsible diver.
I'm wondering if others have had similiar situations or know people who have been in similiar situations. Any words of wisdom from the pros? Anything?