In some situations there is no self defense.
You just have to take the abuse. Over. And over. And over yet again.
Normally I suggest to people that they do not allow others to kick them, hurt them, push them around. I suggest and have trained to learn how to avoid personal attacks but be ready if there is one. If you are attacked, you need to be prepared, willing and able to defend.
You have that right.
Last night I went to bed. Exhausted. A day full of excitement, surprises and fun made for a tired body. Both emotionally and physically.
It was during the night that the attack occurred. I was pummeled. And I mean pummeled. Repeated kicks to my legs, knotting the muscles in my calves. A few blows got through to my gut. A few to the small of my back and even as high as between my shoulder blades. When I attempted escape I was locked in a figure 4 leg lock. If you think that is a fake wrestler move have someone do it to you. It hurts. Like hell.
The rapidity of the kicks was too intense and I couldn’t get away. In all honesty it was something I wish I had. That swiftness and ability to aim repeated kick to the same target. Rendering the target bruised and battered.
But I could not fight back.
Not if I wanted to retain my self respect. My dignity.
She is only four. And she was asleep.
So I pretty much just had to deal with it.
But the next time she spends the night I don’t care how much she refuses she is sleeping on the air mattress we bought for her.