My Experience Teaching a Self Defense Training Program to the One Body Village Girls in Vietnam

It's finally happening! After months of planning and anticipation, I'm finally doing it. My first time ever, teaching a self defense program. I have a dozen years of martial arts training and experience in various disciplines such as Judo, Muay Thai, Taekwondo, and Kendo, and this time I get to put this passion towards training others. Also my favourite job during high school was working for 2 years at Kumon, a learning center for kids teaching math and English. So I'm excited to take these two skill sets of martial arts and working with kids on a educational level and seeing how this volunteer experience go!

Also, I forgot to mention that I speak (though very poorly), Vietnamese. I don't count this as a skill set since my Vietnamese is at a basic level. I am a Canadian (born in Canada), but have a Vietnamese heritage and grew up speaking Vietnamese to my parents, and really only my parents. My fiancé (Huong) of 9.5+ years is of Vietnamese heritage as well and will be my biggest support, and her Viet is 10x better than mine. So I'm a little nervous but not too worried knowing I have her to rely on.

The participants I'm told are about 20 girls aged 5 to 16 years old, with most of them being survivors of rape and sexual abuse, human sex trafficking and some at high risk of being a victim. I'm not sure what to expect. This self defense training starts in August 2019.

Self Defence Lesson #1: Long range striking

My Personal Reflection: They're just kids

Upon arriving at the OBV shelter, I see around a couple dozen young girls running around and being very loud. I'm a little overwhelmed. I can see they're very excited for their first self defense lesson! They start speaking to me quickly (addressing me as teacher) and to my fiancé. There's many voices calling out and asking me questions all at once (I really am overwhelmed and can't count how many are talking to me). I respond to one of them that asked me something (whatever it was, I can't remember), and that's when I realized how bad my Vietnamese was. She didn't understand me, and I hear one of the other girls saying "The teacher doesn't speak Vietnamese, why are you asking questions?!". I'm able to respond to that comment in Vietnamese well enough. It's funny, my fiancé and I arrived to Saigon a couple of days prior, and met up with some of her family, and they all complimented me on my Vietnamese. I gotta say, I really do appreciate the honesty of kids, and realize how much family (or adults even) simply can't tell you a hard truth! Anyways, the lesson begins.

Not to focus this blog too much on the technical content of self defense (I could spend countless hours writing about it), this first lesson focuses on long range striking. This is effective (I'm explaining to the girls) if someone is attempting to attack you but are still at a considerable distance from you. It's a basic lesson of strikes including jab and cross punches, eye pokes, and kicks. As we're all warming up, one girl, the youngest one (and definitely the smallest one) grabs my hand pulls it towards her and tries to hug my arm. I realize she's trying to show affection and wants to receive affection from me. I pull her back towards her spot and we keep warming up.

The lesson continues and I realize that at times, it's very difficult to get them in order. Some are in the mood for playing (some girls are yelling at each other [in a teasing way]; wrestling; some sitting and conversing). The opposite occurs too at times, where I see more of the older girls have a keen focus on the lesson, and genuinely want to learn the technique for a proper strike. A lot of the activities puts a smile on their faces and creates laughter. They're simply just kids. They're finding joy and humour in whatever they do. The last part of the session is a game activity which is pretty much a modified version of dodgeball. Man! They were loud the entire time. Lesson #1 completed.

After the lesson, I get a tour of the shelter from one of the OBV employees there. I see the sleeping corridors (and think, these are pretty hard beds and wouldn't be soft enough for me to sleep well), and get shown the room where the girls can meet with a psychologist. My fiancé and I see one girl step out of that area, and I realize she must've had a session with the psychologist recently. She looks like she's a little bothered and melancholy at the same time.

My fiancé and I are travelling back to the main part of the city where we're staying (it's about an hour's drive), and I reflect with her on what we just experienced. I reflect on the youngest girl attempting to hug my arm. I reflect upon the conditions of the home, how it's mainly a concrete building, and the beds with its thin mattresses [and mosquito nets]. I reflect on how hot and uncomfortable it was for me being in the +30 degrees Celsius climate, and how I've been bitten by mosquitoes more than a handful of times. Lastly, I reflect on how there were exactly 18 girls at the OBV home, but one [girl] didn't participate and looked bothered [by something].