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My nightmare came true. I could not complete my open water certification.
I breezed through the classwork, scoring 100% on my test. Pool work was a piece of cake; never did I feel any apprehension or nervousness about being under water. With a little practice, I ran through my skills fairly well I thought. I could clear my mask, share my regulator, do emergency ascents, etc. I felt I was ready for my open water, which was just two weeks after completing my coursework and doing an extra practice session in the pool. Nevertheless, I thought a lot about the certification test, worried about it, didn't sleep at all the night before, wondered what I'd do if I panicked...
Our class from Denver travelled to Santa Rosa, NM to do our OW in the Blue Hole. It is a natural aquifer, 80 ft. deep, small but crystal clear water. 62 degrees year-round, which is cold for me. We obviously had to wear wetsuits, most going for 7mm. I'm a bit heavy and had a lot of difficulty finding one that even got around me; it was tight. But I felt I could breathe all right. The cold water was a shock and I hated it. It took a while to feel even remotely comfortable and my hands never felt comfortable. We did a snorkel on the surface and practiced towing skills first. I was OK with that. Then we donned our tanks and weights to descend. I had on 28 lbs. of weight to compensate for my suit and natural buoyancy. I was staggering to get into the water, relieved to finally be swimming around, but feeling so weighed down.
Our class of six and two instructors went to a "platform" set up with buoys and ropes and PVC pipes 20 feet down. I let the air out of my BC and held on the rope as I went down, equalizing OK. I was able to get neutral fairly quickly and signalled OK to the instructor. It was not OK. Not even close. My chest started to feel compressed; I could not get enough air in my lungs. I turned my head. Everything started to spin. I could not stand one more second depending for my life on this rubber thing stuck in my mouth which was not giving me enough air. Our instructor had joked that during the skills test, he was going to hold on to each student so that no one would bolt to the surface. That was all I could think of. I floated up a few feet then inflated my BC. Someone grabbed my fin but I shook them loose. I got to the surface and spit out the regulator. Once there, I felt enormous relief.
One of the instructors came up immediately to see what the problem was. I tried to explain what I was feeling. He was sympathetic; he offered to sit with me in shallower water and let me take more time to get used to it. There was nothing in the world that I wanted to do less. I wanted to get all this heavy equipment off me and get me the hell away from this place as soon as I could.
So here I am, two days later, ready to cry every time I think about that feeling of complete and dire panic. I'm bitterly disappointed that I could not complete my certification in order to go diving on a cruise I'm taking next month. My husband is a diver, which was my original motivation for taking up scuba. He in no way has been pushy about my becoming a diver; he was completely supportive and sympathetic about my failure. He thinks that maybe I'd be comfortable trying to get certified in warmer water without such a heavy wetsuit - at a much later date (we have no time on the cruise to do it).
I'm curious if anyone here has had a similar experience. Has anyone had a disastrous first attempt, then gone on to be a diver, to come to love scuba? Did I worry too much and create a self-fulfilling prophecy that I'll never be able to get over now? Should I just hang it up and be happy I figured it out now before I endanger myself or others? I can't picture I'd be able to dive more than once a year, given the lack of decent open water diving opportunities around Denver. My heart is telling me it's something I should be able to do, but my brain has taken a complete opposite tack, reminding me that silly humans weren't meant to swim under the water for more than one breath!
I breezed through the classwork, scoring 100% on my test. Pool work was a piece of cake; never did I feel any apprehension or nervousness about being under water. With a little practice, I ran through my skills fairly well I thought. I could clear my mask, share my regulator, do emergency ascents, etc. I felt I was ready for my open water, which was just two weeks after completing my coursework and doing an extra practice session in the pool. Nevertheless, I thought a lot about the certification test, worried about it, didn't sleep at all the night before, wondered what I'd do if I panicked...
Our class from Denver travelled to Santa Rosa, NM to do our OW in the Blue Hole. It is a natural aquifer, 80 ft. deep, small but crystal clear water. 62 degrees year-round, which is cold for me. We obviously had to wear wetsuits, most going for 7mm. I'm a bit heavy and had a lot of difficulty finding one that even got around me; it was tight. But I felt I could breathe all right. The cold water was a shock and I hated it. It took a while to feel even remotely comfortable and my hands never felt comfortable. We did a snorkel on the surface and practiced towing skills first. I was OK with that. Then we donned our tanks and weights to descend. I had on 28 lbs. of weight to compensate for my suit and natural buoyancy. I was staggering to get into the water, relieved to finally be swimming around, but feeling so weighed down.
Our class of six and two instructors went to a "platform" set up with buoys and ropes and PVC pipes 20 feet down. I let the air out of my BC and held on the rope as I went down, equalizing OK. I was able to get neutral fairly quickly and signalled OK to the instructor. It was not OK. Not even close. My chest started to feel compressed; I could not get enough air in my lungs. I turned my head. Everything started to spin. I could not stand one more second depending for my life on this rubber thing stuck in my mouth which was not giving me enough air. Our instructor had joked that during the skills test, he was going to hold on to each student so that no one would bolt to the surface. That was all I could think of. I floated up a few feet then inflated my BC. Someone grabbed my fin but I shook them loose. I got to the surface and spit out the regulator. Once there, I felt enormous relief.
One of the instructors came up immediately to see what the problem was. I tried to explain what I was feeling. He was sympathetic; he offered to sit with me in shallower water and let me take more time to get used to it. There was nothing in the world that I wanted to do less. I wanted to get all this heavy equipment off me and get me the hell away from this place as soon as I could.
So here I am, two days later, ready to cry every time I think about that feeling of complete and dire panic. I'm bitterly disappointed that I could not complete my certification in order to go diving on a cruise I'm taking next month. My husband is a diver, which was my original motivation for taking up scuba. He in no way has been pushy about my becoming a diver; he was completely supportive and sympathetic about my failure. He thinks that maybe I'd be comfortable trying to get certified in warmer water without such a heavy wetsuit - at a much later date (we have no time on the cruise to do it).
I'm curious if anyone here has had a similar experience. Has anyone had a disastrous first attempt, then gone on to be a diver, to come to love scuba? Did I worry too much and create a self-fulfilling prophecy that I'll never be able to get over now? Should I just hang it up and be happy I figured it out now before I endanger myself or others? I can't picture I'd be able to dive more than once a year, given the lack of decent open water diving opportunities around Denver. My heart is telling me it's something I should be able to do, but my brain has taken a complete opposite tack, reminding me that silly humans weren't meant to swim under the water for more than one breath!