What instruction did your parents give you about protecting yourself from strangers?
Whether it was "don't talk to strangers, " scream for help," "run as fast as you can," or "fight back," our parents gave us some type of instruction to protect ourselves on the street. What was your instruction and did it help you?
I got the usual "Don't talk to strangers" schooling. I just kind of went with it, but at the same time, I didn't really have strange people come up to me either. Though if they did, they seemed nice enough and I didn't understand the dangers so I went with it. Now that I think about it, if someone did want to do me harm, it would have been easy...Yikes!
Despite the less perilous times we lived in when I was a child, my mom was quite worried about my safety -- perhaps because they have us great freedom. Her "go-to" tip was, "Kick 'me between the legs!" That was drilled into me. She also taught me that if someone was bullying or approaching me, to pretend I saw someone I knew and to "greet" them in the distance by waving or calling out.
It's interesting to me that I went on to a law enforcement career and, on the side, have taught many safety and survival courses for women and the general public. I have always incorporated the tip about pretending to see a friend in the area -- and to actually pretend to know the aggressor as well. Those are some of the more psychologically-focused tactics that are essential in addition to the physical aspect. All too often I think the psychological component is missing, and most certainly the strategic elements are.
We set a code for only specific people & family to know and if they couldn't resite it, these ppl. were considered strangers and unsafe
I had the best of both worlds. My mother was a "psychologist" and my "fadder" was air force. My mother advised me to decenter the situation by offering a compliment or pretending to wave to someone and run like H-E- double hockey sticks.
My "fadder" taught me how to defend myself, although this was instilled in me significantly by playing hockey. As I grew older, my "fadder" taught me how to hunt which provided me with many pertinent skills; skills that saved my life when I was forced into a situation where either I killed or I would be killed.
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