Thursday, December 11, 2014
Scuba Steve, Damn You
I was SCUBA diving with my then-(alcoholic) boyfriend in a murky lake when I was 18. We were down about 40 feet and the visibility was really low, so I couldn't see him. I had just checked my gauge and after being down there for 10-15 minutes, I had plenty of air left. Then I took a breath, and nothing. The diaphragm in the regulator clicked and there was no air. I started to try to look around for him and then I felt that I was stuck. At first I thought I was caught on something, but then I realized that he had turned off my air and was holding me down. He wouldn't let go and he wouldn't let me take his extra regulator. I knew that even if I could get away, I might not make it up to the surface safely (I was too deep and had been down too long), but that was my only alternative. The only problem was he wasn't letting go. I couldn't get at the air valve on my tank and I couldn't get at him. My mind kept switching between thinking "I'm going to die" and "stay as calm as possible to keep your respiratory rate down." He let me struggle for what seemed to be forever and then finally he decided to turn my air back on. I immediately surfaced and he followed. When I asked him why he did that, he said, "I wanted to see what would happen to you." It was one of the most terrifying things I have ever experienced.