When in deep water put your attention on the fish!
December 1st, 2011It was about 6 months ago when my son said “We are going to the Great Barrier Reef Mum, it would be great to dive together”. Those words had such an impact. First that my son wanted me to dive with him (I am sure that the parents in you know of those moments when your children no longer want to be associated with you!) and my son is 30 years old now, so I felt very honoured that a) he wanted me to dive with him and b) that he thought I could!! Let me give you some background information – I have spent my life (well the bits of it that involved water) keeping my head out of it – water that is. I can do a beautiful breastroke with my head (and in the 60’s – my false eyelashes) well out of the water at all times. So this would be a challenge.
My principle has always been to say Yes to my sons .. and at this stage I found that word hard to get out of my mouth, but I didn’t say No. I thought ‘I will explore this’ though at this stage not with much expectation that I would really manage it. I mentioned it to the groups I was teaching at the time. I should have realised that that open declaration is a part of my goal setting strategy .. and I began to feel the fear!! .. OK one step at a time. I spoke to more people about it. Some helped and some very definitely did not. One ‘friend’ told me how his wife had panic attacks every time she came close to putting her head underwater . I said “This is not helping” – to which he replied “Wait – I am just getting to the good bit!” I chose not to … wait that is ….
I decided to model anyone who had confidence diving, ideally someone who had previously been afraid, but anyone would do!! So just mentioning that this was my intention brought loads of exemplars into my world. I set aside some time to ‘model’ one in particular. Now at this point I was imagining my mask filling with water, me struggling to breathe, drifting down to some dark depths and much more .. I started the session .. she identified a particular dive she had especially loved ”.. so that special dive is like what?” I asked.. “peaceful and relaxing” she replied “and the colours.. the colours are just amazing .. such beautiful fish” … Now a little voice (well not so little now that I think about it) inside me wanted to say … “What about the breathing.. what about the panic what about running out of air?” .. and there was the learning… she never mentioned any of those things. I was really tempted to ask but restrained myself realising that to do so would really contaminate the modelling and it was this very factor about where she put her attention that made the difference …
“How is it going” my son asked in one of his long distance calls from New Zealand … “a bit of progess” I answered but still with not too much faith. ”Maybe you could do some diving there in the UK and qualify before you come out then we can dive together?” … eek I thought inside… “Yes” I said…
OK one step at a time .. I looked up Dive Schools near me on the web. Two came up and I wrote to both telling them I was looking for somewhere that could give me the confidence to just get under water let alone dive with all the gear on and certainly nothing to do with qualifying as a diver! When I had no reply I was really rather relieved, but then dammit after a few more days they did reply … one in particular- Dive Style in Arborfield were very reassuring.. yes they had these introductory evening sessions every month and … dammit again … I was actually free on the next one. “OK” I said “I’lll come along”… reinforcing all along what a novice I was… this thing was gaining too much momentum for my conscious liking!!
Then I found myself pulling up at the Dive School centre almost disbelieving that I was actually there. Whew, it was a classroom session.. but scarily there was a young boy who seemed to know all the answers to the questions already…” I have a cough” I said hoping that would disqualify me..” nothing to worry about” the instructor reassured me.” It is a persistent cough” I emphasised. He smiled. He had heard these tactics before!! … double dammit!! “What if I get water in my mouth?” I asked – “You get water in your mouth when you drink surely?” he replied provocatively. My own style coming back to bite me in the bum! And then the pool – a nearby school swimming pool… then all the gear.. oh my God I nearly toppled over backwards with the weight of it all .. and then there I was in the pool hanging on to the side (oh I forgot to mention I had one of my NLP colleagues take me through a phobia cure – anything, anything that might help me overcome this angst) (Oh and I had also had a go with a mask and snorkel in our pool in France but lasted about 30 seconds with my face underwater – I didn’t expect to hear the sound of myself breathing! well more the point struggling to breathe!). So here I was hanging onto the side rail… until the instructor gently urged me to let go with the reminder that there were no rails in the sea… I noted with great attention where the button was to inflate the buoyancy control device.. I kept my finger on that button all the time… Oh my God we were underwater.. bubbles and scary breathing… but under nevertheless… ah no .. some part of me pushed that escape button and took me up again.. Well eventually holding the instructors hand I managed ten minutes underwater..
There were many more little steps.. and giant strides too (off the side of the pool with the gear on – ‘just do it’ was the strategy I used there to manage my shaking)… I did the PADI course the following weekend – ooh that was tiring.. and I didn’t do all the skills but enough of them to know that I could just about do it.
And the day came… on the boat off the coast of Queensland by the Great Barrier Reef… Just two others who had dived before – my son had left earlier with another more advanced group. A potential saving moment when I could not stand with the gear on till we realised it was still locked to the side of the boat! Now in the water … panic again .. oops how did I manage to breathe water in through my mouth and my nose at the same time..several times!! State management. I had anchored every possible OK state I could muster on every accessible part of my body and I needed them all .. breathe, take my time… OK managed it … then that blasted regulator recovery drill.. I am sure I had been given the one errant regulator .. five goes it took to get the thing back into my mouth… OK we were off.. big eeek… and then ….and then … oh and then …. the FISH .. the violet .. silvery blue fish.. angel fish just inches from my face.. how did these come to be here? There was no sign of them above the surface.. and what was that .. a fish with multi coloured stripes across its head and these beautiful little blue ones.. and was that pink.. my attention was on the fish … ooh deeper .. stay calm.. just breathe – others do it.. and survive.. others do it… others do this.. .. I am doing this… a moment of panic as I thought I was going to land on some coral ..the button .. I know I am not supposed to but tell my unconscious mind that!! .. up we go.. and there was my son Alex… just smiling and floating on the surface.. and there he stayed.. watching me from above.. what a very special moment… him caring for me.. me taking little steps and he guiding and just believing..
And after .. we snorkelled together- him pointing out the new fish that kept appearing – a huge headed brown fish… red striped ones.. the warmth, the freedom of just drifting – this technicolour underwater theatre that I might never have seen … I could have stayed there just floating and looking at the marvel that is underwater forever…
and in my heart I have…