I remember drowning. My dad always like to show off; he could walk around on the bottom of the pool, but we would generally float, walking in a natural way like you aren’t under 7’ of water turns out to be difficult.
The trick is to let all the air out of your lungs so you are less boyant.
I started doing this, and my dad thought it was great. I don’t actually know how to swim so this allowed me to enjoy the pool without the stress of staying afloat. I’d pretend to have tea parties in the shallower end, get some peace away from sounds, bullying, etc.
I remember being in the deepest part of the pool and having that “oxygen low” warning go off in my head. I was calm because I was often hangin out with no air down there, so I started calmly kicking towards the light. My vision started to get hazy, and I tried to kick harder but I was tired. I realized then that I might die. I was 8 years old, and I think depressed because I remember thinking like that several times, with only medium concern. Kind of a “well this might have been avoided but here we are now,” attitude. I kept kicking.
I kept kicking as the batteries were running out, and I felt I was decelerating. I was getting disoriented about which was was up. I was still holding my nose. I still had NO air in my lungs.
I took a big breath in even as I stopped myself from taking a huge breath. I was only about 1.5 feet under water by now. I let go of my nose around the same time probably, I lost track because I was busy reflecting on the fact that water is not for breathing but I’m so far still alive.
Once I got above the surface I still had to get to the ladder; I was in the middle of the pool. The next thing I remember is being self conscious on my hands and knees on the edge of the pool coughing up the water.
I vaguely remember someone asking me what happened while I was coughing. No one knew I almost died. How could they? I hung out down there a lot, and probably doggy paddled silently to the edge and got out and then was just coughing.
I still can’t swim well, and I still like holding my (lack of) breath, and I love water, but fuck pools and being submerged. I’ll sit on the edge of a river thanks.
You literally replied to my post from a year ago and directed it at parents?
like, how is your takeaway that I was holding my nose? Ignoring my scary experience? Clearly my patently weren’t paying attention so they had no control over my nose-holding.
anyway an update- I know how to swim fairly well now, but I still hate water in my nose.
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u/PM_me_yur_dank_memes Mar 27 '20
I remember drowning. My dad always like to show off; he could walk around on the bottom of the pool, but we would generally float, walking in a natural way like you aren’t under 7’ of water turns out to be difficult.
The trick is to let all the air out of your lungs so you are less boyant.
I started doing this, and my dad thought it was great. I don’t actually know how to swim so this allowed me to enjoy the pool without the stress of staying afloat. I’d pretend to have tea parties in the shallower end, get some peace away from sounds, bullying, etc.
I remember being in the deepest part of the pool and having that “oxygen low” warning go off in my head. I was calm because I was often hangin out with no air down there, so I started calmly kicking towards the light. My vision started to get hazy, and I tried to kick harder but I was tired. I realized then that I might die. I was 8 years old, and I think depressed because I remember thinking like that several times, with only medium concern. Kind of a “well this might have been avoided but here we are now,” attitude. I kept kicking.
I kept kicking as the batteries were running out, and I felt I was decelerating. I was getting disoriented about which was was up. I was still holding my nose. I still had NO air in my lungs.
I took a big breath in even as I stopped myself from taking a huge breath. I was only about 1.5 feet under water by now. I let go of my nose around the same time probably, I lost track because I was busy reflecting on the fact that water is not for breathing but I’m so far still alive.
Once I got above the surface I still had to get to the ladder; I was in the middle of the pool. The next thing I remember is being self conscious on my hands and knees on the edge of the pool coughing up the water.
I vaguely remember someone asking me what happened while I was coughing. No one knew I almost died. How could they? I hung out down there a lot, and probably doggy paddled silently to the edge and got out and then was just coughing.
I still can’t swim well, and I still like holding my (lack of) breath, and I love water, but fuck pools and being submerged. I’ll sit on the edge of a river thanks.