Strengthen Your Inner Woman

"I'm so glad you're here, welcome everyone" she said. Her hair was tied back in a very tight knot, gathering into a thick brown ball at the back of her long head. She was sitting high above everyone else in a tall chair, surveying everyone from above. She let her hands fold gently in to her lap, waited, waiting for us to finally become silent. Squeezing hands, speaking names and introducing ourselves until we were all neatly sitting in a horseshoe formation around her.

She let the silence remain for a few seconds, let every last uncomfortable shift pass until she spoke. "Only 1 out of 4 people with a panic disorder receive treatment." Her voice was cool, straight and clear. There was no way anyone could misunderstand her words. Her face glanced over all the women in the room.
"Twice as many women suffer panic disorder than men." She said, her last word sounding final.

"Therefore, it's very important that every last one of you, attend each and every one of my classes. This is going to be tough, and if you're not prepared to work, then you can walk out the door right now". - ow, I thought. She was one of those. The ones that liked to scare and gather respect. The kind that pretended like her job was extraordinary, like nobody could do it like her. That it was a lot of work and that everyone that attended her courses were very "strong" people. A confidence-booster kind of person, I thought.
My lines of thought were suddenly broken as a very good looking woman suddenly got up.

- "I've had enough of this shit" she said flatly. Turning on her high heels and stroding out of the room. A slight murmur spread across the tiny group of women. Nobody seemed to notice the fact that their tutor was looking so taken aback she was about to fall off her very tall chair. And as I thought this, she rumbled to the floor. Indeed she rumbled, the skinny womans bones cacked and banged against the ground underneath her. - "What is this place?!" a woman called, dividing the masses of women now gathering around the tutor on the ground. "The woman clearly needs a beating" she said, rolling her sleeves up and delivering a punch right in the nose of the tutor.

I looked into Jenny Amkins equally shocked face. "What on earth are you doing?!" Jenny Amkins called to the woman, but it was not to be heard by anyone but myself, now every last one of them were involving in the crazy situation by either cheering or delivering punches in whatever directions they liked.
This was better entertainment than "Eastenders" I thought for myself. Watching the amount of blood on the ground rapidly increase.

The chaos then suddenly came to a halt. A very old woman with so many wrinkles she looked like a little grey raisin was running around in circles and screaming. "THE BADGERS!!!" she shrieked. The women gave each other puzzled looks. "THEY'RE ALL OVER!!" she continued. As sudden as it had all started, it stopped. Nobody seemed interested in fighting anymore. People just slowly picked their handbags up, now and then wiping blood from their noses or trying to rub bloodstains off their clothes with spit. After a few moments nearly all of them had limped their way out of the room, the old lady still screaming.

"We better get out of here" Jenny Amkins said, gathering her things from underneath her chair as well. I couldn't agree more.

Let's just put it this way.
Strengthen Your Inner Woman - "Don't be afraid" - Women Therapy Liberation Group Doesn't exist anymore.

Frannie