
Originally Posted by
gilraen
If you are like me, and didn't buy your first gun until way into adulthood, or you had one but started carrying much later, what made you start?
I didn't buy my first gun until I was 53. I'm female, and there were no guns that I ever knew of in my house when I was growing up. They weren't discussed - at all. I was raised in a working-class poor neighborhood.
When I was a young teen, my parents visited a friend in another state who had long guns. My father and his friend had them out and were looking at them. I reached to touch one, and they both shouted at me not to. I understand now, of course, but neither one of these men offered to explain anything, teach me anything, or let me shoot them. I guess I figured it was one of those "man-things" that I should have no interest in.
I lived by myself for several years before marrying, and had a few scary incidents along the way. Then married for 20 years, with my husband having two revolvers in the house.
Why did I wait so long?
Part of it was the typical "It will probably never happen to me" -- because nothing had, for a couple of decades.
Part of it was a general ignorance of guns, and the masculine (and "redneck") aura around them that I had picked up from society. I was *very* uncomfortable at the thought of walking into a very different society than the one I lived in.
Part of it was ignorance of how seldom the police could get to you in time to actually *prevent* a crime, not just pick up after one.
Part of it was shooting my husband's two small revolvers - way too much recoil! And I didn't know of any other options, of any other guns. (Pre-internet, remember.) I figured all guns hurt like that, and it wouldn't be worth it to try anything different.
A little bit of it was "Oh, he'll protect me." (I know, I know.)
I was ignorant to the hilt. Ignorant of guns, of situational awareness, of what the police can and can't do, and I was pretty sheltered. And no one, no one, really offered to change that. And since I was ignorant of my ignorance, I didn't think about needing to learn what I didn't know I needed to learn.
In 2008 I was divorced, and my 3 kids and I were living in a not-very-good apartment complex. I knew I wasn't safe, but there was a wall of ignorance and fear surrounding guns that was very hard to climb over by myself.
What made me change, *really*, was that my son, when he turned 21, bought one. I bought my first gun a week later, when he went with me.
Here was someone, right at hand, whom I could at least learn *with* - if not from, and whom I could trust not to laugh at me for my ignorance, or my decision to protect myself. (My ex husband thinks we're both paranoid.) Here was someone who would share my interest. Here was someone I could talk to about it, and go to the range with. This was really the first opportunity in my many decades, of learning some of the same stuff most of you grew up with.
When I first started typing this, I was just curious about other people's stories.
Now, I guess it boils down to this: there are a lot of people out there similar to me, and it might behoove us to help them along. I wish someone had helped feed my curiosity at age 14, when I first showed an interest, or taught me at 31, when I didn't know a handgun didn't have to hurt.