<p>I can definitely understand how there could be familial pressure in a situation like this where they are a self proclaimed “big sailing family.” I come from a big equestrian family. My grandma is a retired trainer who is very well known in the sport, and my dad is presently working in the horse show management industry. People I have never seen before approach me to beg me to get my grandma to teach them. Everyone in my immediate family rides competitively, as well as my entire extended family on my dad’s side. People I have never seen before know my name. It’s really, really weird. The question was never if I would compete, but when. After all, everyone before me had done it. It was expected. And I would not only compete, but in the same events that the rest of them did, and I would compete at the same level. This is what we do. This is my family’s identity. It never even occurred to me to go against it. And why would I have wanted to? The attention that stems from being in one of these kinds of families is rather exciting when you’re a kid, and I wasn’t even getting any media attention or even any attention at all outside of the sport. Imagine being a Sunderland.</p>
<p>I retired from the sport in high school. I had a sort of freak accident and, helmet and all, suffered a brain hemorrhage. I came back to train for a few weeks at a time on several different occasions, but never competed again and didn’t stick with regular riding anymore. The sport had lost it’s appeal to me. Once I got hurt that bad I didn’t feel it was worth the risk anymore. And when you’re 15, 16 years old, you really can’t fathom the risk until you get hurt. I was so deeply afraid of horses for a while that I couldn’t have trained if I wanted to, even though it had been what I LOVED to do and was my passion, because even though I knew OF COURSE everyone gets hurt sooner or later and you could even die, I couldn’t really grasp that-- and didn’t know I couldn’t-- until I woke up in the hospital thinking Clinton was still in office. That’s when you start to get it. You know, once you gain your cognition back, if you do.</p>
<p>It has been six years and I am STILL getting hell for it. I go to see my sister compete, and I comment to my grandma about how great she looks and get, “yeah, she’s got that famous <insert surname=”" here=“”> talent… that you’re WASTING!" Or, “you know, that could have been you out there if you’d had the nerve.” Not to mention that our family’s social group is based around the sport, and any time I have to be around them in order to support the other competitors in my family I am bombarded by a chorus of, “oh, are you back then?” Or better yet are those that feel so scandalized by the fact that I have deprived them the chance to compete with their generation’s version of my grandma that they won’t speak to me at all, just complain about it to my grandma behind my back. And I am sure she is perpetuating this nonsense. To my family it is just a tragedy that my potential is being wasted, after so many before me have been so successful. Imagine the position Abby could have been in if she had refused to participate in this project given that her brother had already done it, and she was a part of this “sailing family.” The pressure I get from my family and their lifestyle is very likely only a small fraction of what the Sunderland kids feel, or at least have the potential to feel.</insert></p>
<p>So, can you “make” a 16 year old do something like this? My answer is PROBABLY! If the whole family view themselves as big sailors and her brother did it and she was indoctrinated into the sport at an early age, I can completely see how she might have ended up in this situation under the influence of her parents. However, I really don’t know where the interest is in speculating about such a detail. Whether she wanted to do it because her family pressured her or not, she thought she wanted to do it, still seems to think so since she is defending her parents decision to let her go, and her parents decided to go with it even though THEY understood the risks. It isn’t a matter of whether or not she really wanted to do this, I don’t care if she felt breaking this record was her sole reason for living, it’s a matter of who is responsible for preserving her life-- this sixteen year old or her parents. I really hope this experience has knocked some sense in her. You shouldn’t need a brain bleed to realize you don’t want to die at 16.</p>
<p><strong>LONG STORY SHORT</strong>* It is remarkable the kind of pressure that gets put on kids when the whole family is into something and expect the kid to be, too.</p>