You know a book is good when it’s still on your mind EIGHT YEARS after you first read it. So, while I have VERY MIXED feelings about Gavin de Becker’s The Gift of Fear, I have to grudgingly admit that it must have a been a good book. I think of it regularly.
Unfortunately, the overwhelmingly strong “lesson” of the book, the one that lingers on nearly a decade after learning it, is that Whatever I Do, I Am Doing the Wrong Thing. If I am anxious and nothing bad happens, it is because I am not paying close enough attention to the perfectly clear signals that are right in front of me for easy interpretation. If I am anxious and yet plow forward with the belief that I am anxious for no reason, and something bad does happen, it is because I was not paying close enough attention to the signals. Either way, I fail. (If you want to read a more balanced review of the book, that lays out its many very good points alongside its weaknesses, check out Swistle’s post about it.)
Anyway, it is on my mind AGAIN this week. I am going to tell you the story, but keep in mind before reading that I told my husband and at the end he was very disappointed that It All Turned Out Okay. So it’s not a story of narrowly escaping Certain Murder, or anything. Just to be clear.
Now that you have surely clicked away to something much more interesting: I go walking in a nature preserve after I drop my daughter off at camp.
The nature preserve is beautiful. It’s got a lot of trees and foliage and wildflowers and birds and rabbits and deer. There are people who take care of it – clearing and repairing the walking paths, protecting species trees with deer-proof fencing, mowing the sides of the walking paths so that the nature doesn’t physically overwhelm you – but it’s still very wild-seeming. It’s bordered on all sides by a bustling suburb, but when you’re in the middle of it, you feel very removed from city life. I like it in great part because it feels fairly isolated and remote.
Lots of other people like it, too, of course. On a normal, good-weather morning, I might pass twenty or so people as I’m walking. People bring their bicycles, their baby strollers, their dogs. There are a couple of small ponds, so people can fish as well. It’s very pleasant, and lots of people take advantage of it, but I’d never say it was CROWDED.
Recently, a new segment of the preserve has been opened to the public. It has a short loop of walking path and it’s very hilly. A friend recently suggested to me that I might want to switch up my exercise routine (my beloved workout DVD is not giving me the same results as it once did), so I have begun incorporating sprints into my walking efforts. This little loop is perfect for doing a nice sprint-on-the-flat-places, walk-on-the-hills pattern that leaves me feeling exhausted. It seems like the general public either hasn’t discovered it yet, or steers clear of it because of the hills, so it’s nice and quiet and I can gasp for breath in peace. I usually see maybe one to three people while I’m staggering up and down those hills.
On Monday, I saw not a single person. There’s construction on the road that leads into the preserve, which may be keeping some people away. Plus, it’s been HOT. I passed one guy in a bright green T-shirt as I was entering this side-loop area, but he was on the sidewalk outside the preserve (I think), and I didn’t see anyone else. I hit the gravel entrance to the loop and started sprinting. I am no longer fast, which is major blow to my ego. Whatever. Age is a jerk.
I did two loops, planning to do four. Leading into the third loop, I heard a rustling in the grass to my right. I wasn’t scared — there are so many squirrels and frogs and groundhogs that call the nature preserve home, “brush rustling” is not an uncommon sound. I did wonder mildly if there were any mountain lions in our area; I know that coyotes come into the preserve at night, but I’ve never seen a coyote and don’t have a particularly healthy fear of them. (They seem scrawny and timid, which is probably a VAST misconception.) (I am going to meet my end at the jaws of a coyote, aren’t I.) Mountain lions are different, though. I tried to remember what you’re supposed to DO if confronted with a mountain lion – make yourself as big as possible, I think? It’s different than with bears; I think, with bears, you’re supposed to speak calmly, wave your arms slowly, and back away with your eyes on the ground – and I kept eyeing trees to see if they were climbable. As if I could climb a tree.
About halfway through the third loop, I was still thinking about the invisible mountain lion. Keep in mind that I do my best thinking when I’m walking, and that I’m usually thinking about the manuscripts I’m writing, in which horrible and violent things happen, usually in nature. My mind was in a Dark Place, is what I’m saying. But I felt like I was on high alert – higher than usual.
I kept scanning the area, noting spots where the vegetation is taller than a man. No one would hide among the cattails, I told myself; the ground must be wet there.
It was so quiet, the heat lying on top of everything like a blanket, dampening sound. No wind. Even the blackbirds, who patrol the preserve with their red badges, calling the all-clear to one another across the bushes, were silent.
I could not get over the strong feeling that someone was watching me, that there were eyes somewhere concealed by the grasses. Even though I kept looking and seeing nothing but nature, it was very unsettling.
When I started thinking that I should have brought my water bottle – which is made of metal, and heavy enough when full that I could use it as a weapon – I realized I was more worried about my own safety than that of my fictional characters.
Okay, I thought, I should leave this isolated section of the preserve and go back to the more heavily populated section.
No, no, I argued with myself. I can’t let a case of the heebie jeebies get the best of me. I still have a whole loop and a half to do! This is just me being lazy and not wanting to do any more sprints!
What would Gavin de Becker tell me to do? I wondered. Would he tell me that I should listen to these signals that are making me feel uncomfortable? Would he tell me that I am not paying attention to all the perfectly clear signals that are saying I am completely safe? (He would wait until something did or did not happen, and then use it as an anecdote to prove whatever point he wanted, is what I think he would do.)
Self-preservation won. It doesn’t matter if I am being silly. It doesn’t matter if I am misinterpreting signals or reading signals that don’t exist. I am uncomfortable and I am going to leave.
And I did.
On the way out of the loop – there’s a little bridge over a little creek that connects the loop to the main section of the preserve – I spotted a man. I am 99% sure it was the same man I saw when I first entered the loop. White guy, tall, slim but not skinny, neon green T-shirt, sunglasses, khaki-colored fishing hat. He may have had a beard – close cropped or stubble, enough to give the impression of darkness on the jaw area. That’s all I remember. The reason he caught my eye was because he was not on the path. He was IN the creek, almost completely hidden from the path by the same grass where I’d started thinking about the mountain lion. Seeing him was startling and very creepy and I was really glad that I was leaving the area.
Now listen. LISTEN. He was probably there fishing! I’d seen him earlier, and I don’t remember that he was holding anything at all, but he could have totally been toting a fishing pole and it didn’t register. Or maybe he was on staff at the nature preserve! (Although later I passed one of the staffers, and he was wearing a dull green vest rather than a bright green T-shirt.) Or maybe he was a scientist studying water sources in urban forest land. Or maybe he was a walker and had climbed into the creek to pee or save a wounded duck or pick up a discarded shoe or something. He was MOST LIKELY there for something completely benign. I mean, at the very least, if you are a murderer/rapist planning to attack a woman in an isolated stretch of nature, would you really wear a NEON GREEN T-shirt to do so? I am SURE he was a perfectly nice guy who was doing something normal and not at all creepy.
Nonetheless, I felt vindicated. I had noticed a disturbance in the atmosphere and had listened to my intuition, and my reaction was based on a real source of potential danger. Probably the situation was not at all dangerous. But I felt much better about cutting my planned workout short when I discovered there actually was someone hiding (perhaps with absolutely no intention to deceive or harm!) behind the tall grass, and that that someone was a man who was bigger than I am.
Gift of fear, FTW!
Okay, now that we are past that long, boring, anticlimactic story, here’s where I ask you some hypothetical questions about how YOU might have reacted.
When I was nearly back to the main portion of the nature preserve, I saw someone coming toward me, heading toward the isolated loop I’d just vacated. I decided that I would tell the person about the man – just say, in an embarrassed, oh-I’m-so-ridiculous tone, that there was a guy there, doing something probably very normal and insignificant, but nonetheless in a kind of creepy and concealed way, and it made me uncomfortable, so I just wanted you to know.
But as the person and I approached one another, I saw that it was a male-presenting person, and that he was well-muscled and had a nice heavy cast on one arm, and, just as I was trying to work up the nerve to tell him ANYWAY, he said good morning and we passed one another and went our separate ways. (This is how most men I encounter in the nature preserve act, by the way! They stick to the paths! They acknowledge you with a wave or a greeting! They do not lurk in creeks under a bridge behind thick vegetation!)
(Distance from the experience is making me feel both silly and defensive. I KNOW that at the time I felt really uncomfortable and creeped out. At the time, telling someone seemed like the right thing to do; NOT telling someone seemed like a deeply cowardly decision. But today, recounting the story, I feel like it seems SO OBVIOUSLY NOT A BIG DEAL that I am rethinking my feelings.)
If it had been a female-presenting person, I would have told her. She may have thought I was ridiculous or unstable or whatever, but she also would have understood.
But a man… I don’t know. I made the judgment based on a) his gender presentation and b) his physicality that he could stand up to the creek wader should he need to.
I feel bad about it still. I wonder if I should have pushed past my feelings of embarrassment.
And I wonder if I really WOULD have been able to share my feelings with a female-presenting person.
(This is the point where my husband said, “Now I expect you to tell me that you looked it up later and a man got attacked and murdered in the same isolated loop you left!” And I shook my head and he sighed and said, “Great story.”) (I did look it up, and there were no reports of any attacks in the area.) (Thank goodness.)
What would you have done?
Would you have listened to your discomfort in the first place, and left the isolated loop?
Would you have told anyone about your discomfort? Would the person’s gender presentation affect whether you told them or not?
Do I tend to WILDLY overthink everything at all times? (YES.)
Nevermind the answer to that last one. It’s been on my mind, and this is my space to excavate those feelings. (Or, more accurately, dumptruck them onto a webpage and never think of them again.) I’m curious to hear your thoughts, if you have them. Or your own Gift of Fear situations.
And I really do think it’s time I read the book again. If only to give Mr. de Becker a second chance.
Favorite part: “– and I kept eyeing trees to see if they were climbable. As if I could climb a tree.”
I feel too as if the long-term gift-that-keeps-giving of that book is LESS grip on whether my anxieties are Real or Not. (Plus the lingering annoyance with his scoffy superior condescending arrogant tone on the topic.)
I remember a co-worker reporting angrily and in a superior way that she’d been out with other girls (this was a I’m Not Like Other Girls story), and that none of those silly idiots were at ALL alert to their surroundings, unlike HER: SHE was absolutely on alert, ready for attackers! But that left me thinking, “…and yet, you were NOT attacked, am I right? None of you were, despite varying degrees of awareness/alertness? So…is this kind of like keeping the plane up by remaining alert? And/or is the moral here that the other girls were right not to be afraid / in fact making a correct assessment of their surroundings?” But I also do think it’s good to be alert, I was more responding to the irritating angry superior tone.
I definitely would warn a female-presenting person and not a male-presenting one, and it’s because female-presenting ones are the ones in more danger from a possibly-lurking male-presenting lurker—and, even if they are not in any actual danger from the particular lurker, they are more likely to be startled and scared by seeing one, and appreciative of knowing there is someone there. Whereas male-presenting people don’t seem to give it any thought/fear.
I do not think it was unrealistic for you to be unsettled or fearful when you were so far from the public and you had seen a man near the trail. I do the same path when I run (now I walk more because running messes with my back, and yes age is a jerk. totally agree). My route takes me thru neighborhoods. One stretch is on frontage road and I once saw a man in a ditch while I was on Frontage. It was odd – to say the least. I was about to pass the same spot in my loop when another running woman warned me about him. I decided to call the non-emergency number and let the police know that this guy seemed out of place. Frontage gets traffic, but there are no houses right there. It would not be hard for him to pull someone into the ditch and hurt someone when there was a lull in the traffic. I am all about alerting the authorities when I see something that seems off.
Not unrealistic at all! I would have had the same reaction and I think you made the right call by leaving. I always get so nervous when I’m the only person around in a place like that. I don’t know what it is; most people love feeling like the only person in the world, but damn, it makes me so anxious.
I think you made the right decision to leave. That’s the one I would have made too. It seems to me that most women are usually right when their gut is telling them something – be it about a person or situation. And, yes, I would have told a woman if I saw her headed that way. Probably wouldn’t have mentioned it to a man though. I definitely would have told a staffer, if I saw one. Odds are it probably WAS a nice guy doing something perfectly normal but you can never KNOW for sure.
I don’t think you’re being silly at all. Especially in an isolated area, being on high alert is a good thing. I probably wouldn’t have mentioned anything to the guy either, but definitely would have if it was a woman. Sure, maybe the guy is harmless – after all, no one was harmed – but it’s a good idea to always listen to your gut, is my opinion.
So, I have a general idea of where you live. I live nearby, but am on the other side of town in a different county, which has a related system of managed parks. I have a nature preserve in my back yard and have gotten to know some of the people that work there. At least in our system, every one working there wears either a green or tan shirt with the park system’s logo.
I think you were wise to follow your instincts, if only for the purpose of learning yourself better.
(Also, I’m not a creep, I just recognized a location photo a while back.)