Review of Riptide Wrestling’s second show, in Brighton. On paper, it looked pretty good, but how did it live up to its promises in reality?
New, exciting thing I’m doing now – reviewing shows and promotions via their accessibility! Because I’m sick and tired of being told everything’s accessible and then being shown some stairs! And not knowing whether I can use the toilet at a venue! And having people be sarcastic to me on social media when I suggest they put accessibility info on their website!
[CN: sexual assault, PTSD, panic attacks, alcohol-induced blackouts]
This is a post I’ve been putting off for a while, partially because I’m not sure who’s really interested in reading about my personal bullshit, and partially because I wasn’t sure I was ready to write it without losing my shit. I work pretty hard to appear normal and functional when I’m at wrestling events (disability aside!) and not let slip the fact that, usually, I’m absolutely terrified of being there. Now, these experiences are by no means universal, and I’m not saying that this applies to everyone. For me, this is how I feel when I go to wrestling shows, as a rape survivor, and someone with PTSD.