Finding Yourself in the Gray Zones

When I was in college, I signed up for self-defense martial arts class. Part of our final exam was to have a 6-foot man attack you to see if you learned how to get out of it. Although I knew he wasn’t a real attacker, as I entered the dark room my heart raced, my blood pressure shot through the roof, my palms were incredibly sweaty — terrifying to say the least. I passed the “exam”, and then recommended it to any woman who would listen.


It was a practice. I was training for a real-life event, and having experienced the practice, I now am…