It’s never easy talking about a time you got yourself in a sticky situation, where you couldn't defend yourself and ended up feeling more vulnerable than you ever thought possible. Open territory for the taking was how I was left feeling several years ago, after an unfortunate incident in a night club with a man who seemed to think I was his property. At the time there was physically nothing I could have done to escape him and had it not been for several people realising what was happening and their swift intervention, it could have gone a lot differently and I might not have just come out of it with a few bruises. So it was with some cynicism that I attended a self defence class for women a few weeks back at the
Urban Escrima Studios at London Fields. I felt that I had been there, done it and it didn’t work. What could I possibly be taught in a couple of hours that would change my rather dim outlook on self defence? Luckily, as it turns out, quite a lot.
Never before had I encountered the martial art of Escrima. It originated in the Philippines and was made famous as Matt Damon’s weapon of choice in the Jason Bourne films. Urban Escrima’s studio is located inside one of the railway arches next to London Fields station and for a self defence gym it had a very relaxed and friendly atmosphere.
After a quick ‘warm up’ sparring session, which basically involved me lamely waving my hands in front of my face, we then discussed what can sometimes prompt unwanted attention i.e. the appearance of vulnerability, be it walking around somewhere looking lost or, something I certainly do on a regular basis, walking whilst looking at your phone. I found this refreshing as have had previous suggestions made that by wearing a skirt you are essentially ‘asking for it’, however the acutely sensible idea of paying attention to your surroundings was embarrassingly something that had never really dawned on me.
At this point I must re-iterate the most important message that was communicated in this class (which I know might be a little like me telling you to always read the instructions) is that your first course of action in any threatening situation, should it be available to you, is escape. If it means losing your phone or another personal item it is nothing compared to the value of your safety and this should always be your priority.
Another screamingly valid point that I had never considered before was the concept of giving yourself permission to defend yourself. Where am I going with this? I am a pacifist who's only experience of live combat is some sharp elbow action at the january sales, so the thought of actually defending myself by actively fighting back, even bearing in mind my past experience, has never been on my spectrum. What if I surprise myself and really hurt someone was just one of the thoughts whilst I had flapped around in the opening sparring session and I wasn’t the only one to feel this way. So we were given the scenario of having to defend someone close to us. Immediately the thought of having to defend my children is a no brainer, I would be straight in there with as much feisty rage as I could muster and I was able to project that protectiveness onto myself. Feeling a little more confident with the idea of personal defence we were then shown the weapons, which at first I hilariously thought were just some blunted knives next to the spilt contents of a lady’s handbag. However, we were then shown how things like a hairbrush, phone or even mascara could be used as a weapon, if the situation arose.
After lots of sparring with various cosmetic items, which was great fun and also a brilliant workout, we then discussed the effectiveness of traditional self defence moves. There were other women, who like me, had found themselves on the wrong side of someone far stronger than them. Our instructors were pragmatic about the fact that if someone is stronger than you there is no magic move that will get you away, hence arming yourself to use whatever is available at that moment is your best hope of self defence.
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