Let's see, I've aborted several:
*Teaching an AOW class and getting ready for the deep dive. Couple of students arrived late, another one had a high pressure inflator hose o-ring blow out while gear was just laying on the gear table. Something else weird happened but I don't remember what it was I just remember there were 3 "issues" I'd had to deal with. I started having really ominous feelings about the dive and told them we would do it tomorrow. Tomorrow comes, head out with first group for deep dive, get to about 50 feet and start having this really freaky feeling, aborted dive. We waited until the next weekend and did the deep dive at another site without incident.
*Boat dive. We get in and find out from the DM that the wreck wasn't hooked. We get out of the water to wait for DM to run a line to the wreck from the anchor. Visibility was about 4 feet and I decided I didn't want to have to find a cave line in that sort of vis since I'd had enough trouble finding the anchor line on the previous dive so I aborted.
*Boat dive. Going down the buoy line in a threesome. Got to the point where we were going to follow the line that runs from the buoy line to the wreck and I started getting this weird feeling so I told my buddies to stay down and that I was ok but was aborting. Freaked my hubby out, we always ascend together and he indicated that he would come too. I told him "No there are others coming down the line, you go dive." He finally relented and they went on their way. On the way up I got a big-eyed look from one of my former AOW students as he was going down--guess its a little weird watching your instructor abort a dive you're getting ready to do. The captain was having a cow, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Nothing was wrong I just didn't want to go.
*Boat dive. First time I'd ever been on the Great Lakes and first time I'd ever been on a "real" boat. We're going down the buoy line and we are at 30 feet or so and I'm suddenly certain a monster at the end of the line is going to eat me. The thought will not go away and panic is starting to rise since I don't want to be eaten. I get face to face with my dive buddy who had also been my instructor but the human contact isn't helping (my mask is pressed against hers). I finally decide that I'm not going to be able to control the rising panic much longer so I thumb the dive. (Much later I realized that seeing monsters is what happens when I mix Sudafed with Dramamine when I dive--won't be doing THAT again).
*Second day of my check-out dives. I'd had a dream the week before about a diver in a black and red wetsuit who got stuck in a crevice, I tried to save them but couldn't. Day 2 of my check-outs in the quarry my buddy (in a black wetsuit with red trim) ends up sinking between a boat and the wall, she signals ok but I start playing the dream in my head and feel like I can't get to her even though I'm right there. Eventually she gets her buoyancy sorted out and gets out from between the boat and the wall. We end up ascending a bit and I get a reverse squeeze but don't realize that's what it is right away I just know it feels like someone put an ice pick in my ear. I put my head on her shoulder and tell her to take me up to alleviate the squeeze. I no longer know which way is up and can't figure out why she is descending (pain is increasing) I finally look at my bubbles and realize we are going the same way they are, up. That's when I realize I have a reverse squeeze, we break the surface shortly after. We try to descend one more time but by now I'm thoroughly freaked, I finally told the instructor who was with us that I wanted to abort cause I was afraid I was pushing myself to a limit that was going to get someone else killed. I finished the dives another weekend.
*Planning to do my first dive to 120 feet in the local quarry. It was supposed to be my dive buddy and I but at the last minute two other divers join the group. I was exhausted after working all night and really had no business doing the dive anyway. I told my buddy I wasn't comfortable doing the dive with the other 2 and I was going to sit it out. I didn't want him to have to deal with more than one freaky diver and I knew the chance of me having a narcosis issue was good. Turned out my bad feeling was well founded as one of the divers ended up running out of air and my buddy had to deal with that.
*Dive planned to 90 feet at quarry. Three of us were getting ready to dive and my buddy asked what depth we wanted to use. I said I didn't care and the other diver said 90 feet. I went to get my gear ready and started having a serious anxiety issue about the depth for no reason. I told my buddy, I'm already freaking about the 90 feet so we changed it to 50 and the feeling went away.
There's no shame in calling a dive. I had a student just recently feel bad about having to cut our 90 foot dive short. He was very narced and unable to control his breathing, he said he kept telling himself to breathe slow and deep with long exhales but could not make his body do it. He kept apologizing when we got to the surface even though I told him there was nothing to be sorry about, he had done the right thing. Believe me I did not want to see him continue the dive only to end up so narced he might panic and bolt to the surface. Everyone needs to realize there is no reason to apologize for aborting a dive whether at the beginning or at the end. Accidents are a series of small problems that compound themselves until they reach a level you can no longer handle. Do yourself and your buddy's a favor, if you really don't like the way the dive is going skip it. I would rather spend all the money in the world and have to switch buddies or not get to dive than have to bring back the body of my dive buddy.
Ber :lilbunny: