Sleepwalking my way through life: Trust training



Trust training

02.20

I was thinking of different things I could write about, to keep myself challenged and to keep this place interesting, so I am going to include a story about my childhood; perhaps it can give you insight as in why I am the way I am.

In primary seven (when I was ten years old) we were taken on a week long trip to an adventure getaway in northern Scotland by the coast. It was a beautiful place beside a sea inlet, and if you looked across the bay you could see the sun twinkle off the water as fishing boats go by, and if you looked across to the other coastline, you could see the nuclear subs passing to and fro as they go in and out of the nuclear base. It was really beautiful though.

One of the activities at this getaway was a series of team building exercises where the kids can learn to work together to solve problems. The first in this set of exercises was a trust exercise. The gist of it is that one person stands on top of a three foot wooden pole, and falls back to be caught by his team mates; in essence, trusting his team mates to catch him.

Everyone had to participate in this activity, taking turns to fall back and be caught. I was the last in the group, and I stepped shyly up onto the pole and prepared myself. The instructor counted down from three, and I fell back on his mark.

The fall was exhilarating, the wind rushing in my ears and the world tipping away from my vision as I fell. There was a small moment of fear, what if they didn’t catch me? But the fear was absolved when I felt their arms round my back, and I enjoyed the sensation again.

Until I fell through their arms.

I landed on the ground with a painful thud, looking up with a shocked face at the half dozen that stared back. How could they? They dropped me. They fucking dropped me! Why did they betray my trust in such a blatant and painful way?

Bastards.
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1 Comments:

At 2:39 am, Anonymous June said...

I hate that. My drama teacher in HS always made us do that at first rehearsals or something. This one time the set of boxes he set up for us to fall on was taller than my fucking head and he expected me to fall off that? Nuh uh.

 

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