Friday night some of my grandkids came over and played with the nerf guns I juts snagged at Costco. Those little foam balls were everywhere and I loved it!
Yesterday I joined my two adult boys in a shooting expedition! My oldest son brought his WWII rifle-a Mosin Nagant built in 1938.
My second son brought his .22 and his 12 gauge shotgun.
I brought my 9mm Glock.
My boys are so smart and safe. They drive up the canyon, scoped out an area next to the mountain, made sure no other people were around us, they brought water bottles to shoot and a shovel just in case the gun fire started sparks. When someone got ready to shoot, we each ask – are you guys ready? Meaning-do you have your ear protection on-are you in the right area back from the shooter-is it safe-and then after shooting-can I check my shots?
I am so proud of them as men, they are both good, responsible, and thoughtful men. I got to shoot both of their guns which I felt honored to do so-that they trust me enough to do this and enjoy in their fun.
We did have fun! We had several targets we blew up, we shot the heck out of many filled water bottles, several used racquetballs and tennis balls now have holes in them, we expended lots of different ammo and shared each other’s guns. What fun, what memories, what joy to spend time with my boys.
Last week I spent about three hours with a client that finally shared with me that her partner assaulted her the night before our session.
She gave all kinds of reasons why he did it; she did something wrong, he said he was sorry, she didn’t want people to talk about her, she didn’t want him to get in trouble, she didn’t want her family to beat him up, she’s not the kind of person to call the police, and she can take care of herself.
It’s so difficult for someone in an abusive relationship to speak up! They blame themselves or think they deserve to be treated the way they are.
My neighbor’s daughter was murdered by her ex boyfriend. It’s so tragic and terrible.
A little more than a year ago, I worried my daughter’s life was in danger from her husband; when she told me (finally) what was going on-I (with help from others) packed her up and moved her out of harms way in a few hours.
The time that women (usually a victim is a woman but not always) are trying to leave a relationship is the most dangerous and the time when that person is at high risk of being hurt or killed.
I am enclosing a link to a domestic violence website and a PDF of the cycle. Please speak up and get help. There are so many resources out there for you.
Several years ago (actually about 2001) I was searching for my dog (Rufus) around 130am in my neighborhood with my (now ex) husband.
I ran out of the house in just a knee length T-shirt with no shoes. It was summer and I often run around with no shoes.
I couldn’t find Rufus and set back walking home. I was only about 3 blocks from my house (ex husband was on a bicycle looking) when I realized someone was following me. I turned around and a man was on the sidewalk nearby..I think he said “come here” and reached out to grab me. I jumped so far back and maybe I yelled I don’t remember. It was scary. I called the police the next day but nothing happened. I don’t remember feeling safe in my neighborhood again.
After this incident I took a Taekwondo class where I learned how to yell and punch. Who knew I had a hard time yelling?
Then a few years ago (again quite a few, this is 2007) I worked at our local State Mental Hospital graveyard shift. One morning around 6am-I am almost off -and as I walked out the staff door into the general patient area-a psychotic woman (much bigger than I) punched me in the face-between the eyes-(it did not break my nose but hurt like hell later and gave me terrible headaches) I cannot remember her punching me but found myself on the ground in the hall with her arm around my neck-choke style. Several staff members got her arms from around my neck and I stumbled to the staff desk.
A few years ago I called 911 because I could see a man beating up a woman on our street corner. I didn’t feel safe going outside in the middle of the night to confront someone.
As a woman (especially one getting older) I feel vulnerable and I don’t want to be beat up again or fear for my safety in my neighborhood or in the car by myself.
So the last few weeks I have been visiting my local Ready Gunner-and I’ve rented about 10 handguns deciding what I like and what I’m comfortable with. This last Tuesday I bought a Glock 43X and now I need to spend time at the range getting more comfortable with my new friend.