The sense of shame that I felt after the incident stayed with me for a long time. I questioned myself endlessly, replaying the night in my mind, wondering if I had done something wrong.
The fear that lingered wasn’t just about the immediate danger but about my own sense of vulnerability. I didn’t know what to do, and no one seemed to have prepared me for this kind of emotional and physical upheaval.
As time went on, I realized that the root cause of everything—the confusion, the fear, the shame—was a lack of education.
I didn’t know what to expect from my own body, and because of that, I was ill-prepared to handle a situation that, in hindsight, could have been avoided. There’s a powerful lesson in that:
that the more we understand our bodies, the better equipped we are to handle whatever life throws our way. And that knowledge isn’t just physical; it’s emotional and psychological, too.
What I wish I had known then, what I hope others can learn from my experience, is that it’s not enough to just go through life blindly.Continue reading…