Gather round the campfire, dear yogis, I have a horror story to tell.
First, this is not my story. It is the story of a friend who gave me permission to share it. It does not involve a teacher I know — CERTAINLY no one at Back Bay nor in Boston at all. Beyond that, I won’t give identifying details.
Let’s call my gorgeous, fabulous friend Jean. Jean regularly attends yoga class at a small studio & is getting quite strong & skilled. She starts doing Down Dog On the Wall (that L-shaped thing with feet on wall & hands on floor) in preparation for Handstands. When the day comes to try out handstands, her teacher picks her to demo the move because Jean is gorgeous, fabulous, strong & capable.
Never having done a handstand before, Jean is directed by the teacher to demo in the center of the room. She kicks up bravely, spotted by the teacher from the side of her legs. But Jean’s arms buckle a little & next thing she knows, she’s crashing down on the top of her head.
Her teacher’s first words: “I thought you were strong enough.”
At first, Jean thinks it’s nothing. A little neck tweak. Then the burning along her arms starts & the neck pain gets worse. After a week of self-treatment, she goes to a doctor.
Jean has badly squished disks in her neck. Multiple months of pain later, she has surgery to fuse several of the vertabra. While mobility will return in time, recovery from surgery takes more months of pain & has left lasting scars. One on her neck that resembles a tracheotomy & an even bigger one on her sense of trust, love of yoga & belief in her own capabilities.
I want to take this teacher out behind the woodshed.
Jean blames herself. Jean was NOT to blame.
I can’t believe this teacher had someone brand new to handstand kick up in the center & used a jackass spot intended to steady experienced students. The teacher could easily & safely:
a) had Jean kick up at the wall with an intelligent spot. The smart spot has the teacher’s butt on wall, hands on student’s hips, bent knees near shoulders to prevent just such outcomes.
and b) if the teacher really wanted to have her kick up in the center (I’d trust Ana to do this anytime, eg, though she’d still have a new handstander at the wall), spot her in such a way that you can prevent buckling & falling. It’s easy enough to do – by having the teacher’s knees bent, first off, if the student’s arms buckle when you’re doing a sensible spot – holding the center of gravity, at the hips, not just guiding the legs!! — then having the teacher simply straighten their legs will lift the student clear of the head.
What makes me sad, rather than mad as hell, is that my friend blames herself. The student blames herself for the mistake of the teacher.
What makes me mad as hell again (even madder as heller, really
, is that the first words out of this teacher’s mouth blamed the student & made her feel bad about herself & that she was at fault. And she wasn’t at fault.
Just one of a bunch of illustrations out there of abuse of the student/teacher dynamic. I do believe that teachers have good intentions most of the time, but some eff up HARD. This particular example outrages me. Feel free to share any egregious ones you know!
And, btw, this isn’t something that is solved by having some state governing body oversee yoga teachers. Nor by eliminating physical assists in class. It’s the responsibility of teachers to do their job properly & when they eff up, to take responsibility for it, make amends & NOT BLAME THE STUDENT.
Okay. Off the soapbox.
Practice today will mirror Tuesday. Nicoline’s Flow class, then Kate Greer’s nooner. Somehow the rest of the day got quite busy also. December….