I was going for my firearm registration (revolver). We had to pass a written test and a shooting test. It was a long stint, not hard, but you had to be into it. Michelle, the wife of the instructor, yelled at me for taking my revolver out of the holster. She shrieked. This reaction was uncalled for.
Later, it brought to mind some of my deepest innate fears, that of feeling hurt and overwhelmed before groups of men being bullies, and being ridiculed and made fun of. I imagined a modern prison scenario; your worst nightmare. There was no protection, no parents or others to shield you, and you were at their mercy, facing alone the cruelties of men.