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...my daughter and I signed up for the class through the police dept. That was in March, it was a 6 week course, classes were 3 hours long. When we were learning the moves and hitting the bags, I could feel the power behind my punches, the anger was flowing right with the hits, it felt good to do that. Then we had our last class wich was a series of scenerios, there were 6 police officers in full protective gear putting us through scenerios. I could feel the fear creeping in during each scenerio. By the time the third one came for me to do, a officer grabbed me and pinned me down underneath him, and I went into a panic mode, I had a flashback of my Dad and totally lost it, I rolled him off of me, and stood to run and another officer blocked my way, I literally cold cocked him in the side of the head and sent him to the ground, and then I kept running right out the door, the woman running it had to catch up to me, I was so out of control, my daughter saw it, everyone in the class saw it. I was angry afterwards at my T for suggesting this, angry at myself for not realizing what it would do to me, angry at myself for letting my daughter see mom that way. I had to sit my daughter down, she knew some what about what happened to me when I was growing up, but I told her everything that night. We are closer now then we ever where, but a 13 year old shouldn't have to see that with their mom.

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I don't see this as a bad reflection on you. (At least I can see that, it being you. If it were me, maybe a different story!) It would be good if the police officers and instructor understood some of what was happening too. Maybe they did.