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I can't swim. The reason is quite obvious to me. Neither of my parents can swim, so I was never brought up to be happy in water. They didn't want me to be like them, so they did send me to swimming lessons when I was 8 or so, but then I'd already had 8 years listening to my Mum's terror of water. "You can never trust water!" is one of her most common sayings. She won't say, "Oh, look at that lovely babbling brook!" just, "Oh no! Step away! There might be a flash flood!"
I had a series of lessons, but in the end, the teacher threw me out of class. "I wash my hands of her," he said. "She can swim, but thinks she can't." Looking back at it, this seems quite shocking to me. I hope it wouldn't happen nowadays, and that children like me are given the help they need to build up their confidence, and aren't cast out in shame. He was on to something, though. In Primary School swimming lessons, my teacher noted that I could swim (well, sort of; it was a frenzied doggy paddle, since I didn't want to risk getting my face wet) when wearing flat armbands that I thought had air in them, but couldn't swim without them. She found this quite amusing, but didn't follow it up.
We had swimming lessons at secondary school (aargh, those memories of easing my painful way into that hideously cold outdoor pool!) and the teacher was similarly unsympathetic. (Not surprising, this. This was the same teacher who snapped to my Mum, "she's an intelligent girl; of course she can play hockey.") She once decreed that nobody could go to lunch until I'd swum a width, and made the whole impatient class watch as I flailed in my desperate doggy paddle, half my upper body out of the water. I did my width, but it certainly didn't fill me with any desire to ever get in a swimming pool ever again.
I remember being on the Arthurian North Wales pilgrimage in 1993. It was gorgeous weather, and we all went down to the beach at Harlech. Everyone else ran out on the long sands, into the shallowly sloping water, and out into the distance, to swim under the blue sky. My fellow non-swimmer and I stood watching them, and both said that this was the first time in years that we wished we could swim. I almost felt the same yesterday, when having lunch down on Ryde Sands, a similarly shallowly sloping beach.
Maybe I should try to learn to swim. Pellinor keeps offering to teach me, but the trouble is, when you can't swim, you're not used to wearing a swimming costume - I don't possess one - or appearing in public wearing one. Society decrees that as a woman, I'd have to shave myself in annoying places. I'd have to learn in a public place, where everyone else would see my desperate flailing. I shudder at the memory of the horrible cold of it, and the smell. There's just so many reasons (excuses?) not to. But maybe I should...
I had a series of lessons, but in the end, the teacher threw me out of class. "I wash my hands of her," he said. "She can swim, but thinks she can't." Looking back at it, this seems quite shocking to me. I hope it wouldn't happen nowadays, and that children like me are given the help they need to build up their confidence, and aren't cast out in shame. He was on to something, though. In Primary School swimming lessons, my teacher noted that I could swim (well, sort of; it was a frenzied doggy paddle, since I didn't want to risk getting my face wet) when wearing flat armbands that I thought had air in them, but couldn't swim without them. She found this quite amusing, but didn't follow it up.
We had swimming lessons at secondary school (aargh, those memories of easing my painful way into that hideously cold outdoor pool!) and the teacher was similarly unsympathetic. (Not surprising, this. This was the same teacher who snapped to my Mum, "she's an intelligent girl; of course she can play hockey.") She once decreed that nobody could go to lunch until I'd swum a width, and made the whole impatient class watch as I flailed in my desperate doggy paddle, half my upper body out of the water. I did my width, but it certainly didn't fill me with any desire to ever get in a swimming pool ever again.
I remember being on the Arthurian North Wales pilgrimage in 1993. It was gorgeous weather, and we all went down to the beach at Harlech. Everyone else ran out on the long sands, into the shallowly sloping water, and out into the distance, to swim under the blue sky. My fellow non-swimmer and I stood watching them, and both said that this was the first time in years that we wished we could swim. I almost felt the same yesterday, when having lunch down on Ryde Sands, a similarly shallowly sloping beach.
Maybe I should try to learn to swim. Pellinor keeps offering to teach me, but the trouble is, when you can't swim, you're not used to wearing a swimming costume - I don't possess one - or appearing in public wearing one. Society decrees that as a woman, I'd have to shave myself in annoying places. I'd have to learn in a public place, where everyone else would see my desperate flailing. I shudder at the memory of the horrible cold of it, and the smell. There's just so many reasons (excuses?) not to. But maybe I should...
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Date: 2013-07-10 07:51 am (UTC)I quite sympathize re. the swimming, though.
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Date: 2013-07-10 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-10 08:02 am (UTC)more seriously, round here there are adults only lessons and even one to one coaching which should be less scary.
I hated sport at school and only discovered I liked and was good at it when I went to university. ho hum.
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Date: 2013-07-10 11:13 am (UTC)I'll take a look and find out what adult only classes are offered locally - although I'm certainly not committing to anything yet!
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Date: 2013-07-10 05:55 pm (UTC)Next year, same thing; library. This worked all through the autumn term, and half way through the spring term, when I was found out. The teacher I was sent to talked to me sensibly, found out that I didn't mind swimming, and I was allowed to do this on my own for the rest of that term.
Sixth form, and games / PE became optional; so I did cricket in the summer terms, and that was it.
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Date: 2013-07-10 08:36 am (UTC)At the moment we're trying to decide whether to force her to continue with the extra lessons, or to agree that since she's had a year of them, and can now swim 25 metres unaided, that we should all give it up as a bad job.
I'm not sure quite how this is relevant - except maybe your lack of ability isn't entirely because of your parents (B and I are both moderately good swimmers) - some people obviously just find the whole thing really difficult.
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Date: 2013-07-10 11:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2013-07-10 09:35 am (UTC)When I was young, maybe 7 or 8, my mom signed up my sister and I for swimming lessons at a public pool. I don't remember much about them, except being tossed into the water and told to "Swim out to the teacher!" And actually, I take it back. I remember stark terror.
I figured I would just never learn and that was fine by me. Then in my first year of high school, as part of our P.E. class, everyone had to take swimming. And everyone had to pass. The first day we all got in the pool and the teacher told us to swim down to the other end of the pool. I looked up at him and said, "I can't." He pointed to the far end and said, "Swim down there." This little exchange got repeated at least one more time that I remember, and then finally I set off. I imagine it looked a lot like your desperate dog paddling, and I very definitely kept my head and face far above the water.
I was fortunate, though, that my teacher wasn't a complete ass. He agreed to coach me in private lessons during my study hall. So for a few weeks I went to the pool instead of study hall, and he taught me several swimming strokes.
If you can find someone to give you private lessons, I highly recommend it. I still don't swim "right" (i.e., with my face in the water) but at least I can swim and I do enjoy it.
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Date: 2013-07-10 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-10 09:56 am (UTC)You'll look a damn sight better than me in a swimming costume and I gallumphed cheerfully into the sea yesterday. No doubt there were random hairs but hey, I'm a woman in my 40's. Nobody was looking at me, and in the water, all seals are grey anyway. Sundress off, into sea, swim, hop out, towel on.
You could even wear a swimdress with a little skirt if you are worried - there are some quite cute ones about?
School PE teachers were the pits. I do hope they have improved.
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Date: 2013-07-10 11:25 am (UTC)Although hopefully the "living on an island" thing won't become relevant, and I won't end up having to swim to the mainland as the only way to escape some hideous island-based apocalypse.
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Date: 2013-07-10 10:24 am (UTC)Personally, I think swimming is great, mostly because I find it really relaxing as an activity (unlike most excerise which I view as faintly stressful) So I would say learning to swim might not be a bad idea - and obviously, it is a good emergency skill.
I never shave anywhere and I still go swimming - screw the public (although nobody has ever commented once on my hairs, most swimming pools aren't full of people who really care) If you decide you want to learn and you don't want professional lessons (which could be out there, there are adult swimming classes sometimes), go early or late. Hardly anybody is there early or late, so fewer people to be staring. Check out the swimming pool of your choice, find out if they have classes or anything (some swimming pools also have adult only times which can be very good.)
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Date: 2013-07-10 11:28 am (UTC)Apparently our nearest swimming pool is closed at the moment for refurbishment, but I might (might) investigate their classes once they open. But maybe I should get a swimming costume first and get out on the beach, to get past that first little hang-up...
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Date: 2013-07-10 11:08 am (UTC)I think it's never too late to learn. A friend (in her 60s) recently had some swimming lessons with a tutor who specialises in helping people overcome a fear of water.
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Date: 2013-07-10 11:35 am (UTC)Truefact: I was a very good swimmer when I was little, but one day Mum took to my regular swimming class and I absolutely refused. I seemed to suddenly lose my ability to swim, and it took many years for it to come back.
I hated hockey.
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Date: 2013-07-10 12:23 pm (UTC)Not that I'd ever do this in a million years. I'm reasonably happy to swim in a heated indoor pool. In fact, there was a time when I would often go swimming in hotel pools when working away. I can swim pretty well. But I do not get the appeal of swimming in the sea.
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Date: 2013-07-10 02:20 pm (UTC)My aunt never learned as a child - she eventually bought a house with a swimming pool and had private lessons. This is not an option for the financially challenged - but you might find a private pool that gives instruction.
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Date: 2013-07-10 06:22 pm (UTC)She should try and learn to swim again. It's the ideal sport for fitness, because you can't be injured. Hope you will.
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Date: 2013-07-10 09:44 pm (UTC)I'll swim in the sea with you :-). I finally own a cossie again thanks to my holiday earlier this year. I'd swim in November, I used to swim in the North Sea in October when I was in my teens, no wetsuit for me, us Geordie lasses are hard :-D
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Date: 2013-07-10 09:46 pm (UTC)Don't get Pellinor to do it, it won't end well, you'd be far better with someone trained to teach adults to swim. Then you can enjoy swimming with him once you have your confidence back about swimming.
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Date: 2013-07-11 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-10 09:53 pm (UTC)By the sound of it, you need a teacher who can help you learn to relax in the water. You are very unlikely to sink even in a pool, but frenzied paddling makes it seem like you will if you stop doing it even for a second. I wish I had a convenient swimming pool & the time to go to it. I used to go twice a week, I loved how it helped me wind down after a tough day. Swimming in the sea is great fun, some of my best holidays have involved lots of sea swimming :-)
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Date: 2013-07-11 04:39 am (UTC)Private lessons with a calm, sympathetic instructor can certainly help. I'd offer to give them myself if I were in any geographic position to do so. ^^;; And I think it's worth mentioning the bad experiences to the instructor beforehand -- I once worked with an older man who'd nearly drowned as a child when a cruel cousin threw him into a lake at the family summer home, and he had a profound fear of not being able to touch the bottom. I ended up giving him my lifeguard rescue tube (nice and solid foam) and I actually towed him around the deep end, swimming along beside him and talking him through the feeling of having nothing under his feet. Even if he wasn't swimming on his own, he did have the sense of being more in control in deep water. He wouldn't be swimming the Channel anytime soon, but I do think he felt comfortable enough to not panic when the water was more than chest-high. If he hadn't mentioned that incident to me, though, I wouldn't have been able to tailor my lesson to help him enjoy it.
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Date: 2013-07-11 05:17 pm (UTC)I was lucky, although both parents were scared of water we were sent to classes almost as soon as we could walk so we never had the negative influence. And while i knew growing up that my mom couldn't swim after a bad childhood experience, i had no idea my dad couldn't.
I love the water and i feel sad for people like yourself that don't get to experience it, especially when it's born of stupid adults when you were a kid.
I still hated school swimming though.