The Scottish Ju Jitsu Society
This website was previously about the Scottish Ju Jitsu Society, and I am currently bringing it all back. I think most of you would enjoy the history of what this website used to be. It is very intriguing! Below you will find out a bunch of information about SJJS history, The art of JuJitsu, and you will get to see some pictures as well. Fun!
A little bit about the history
The Scottish Ju Jitsu Society (SJJS) currently comprises the membership of six training centers within the central belt of Scotland and are connected by a common history, purpose and a developing constitution.
The SJJS today is the organizational culmination of over 25 years experience of studying, practicing and developing the art of Ju Jitsu.
The common purpose of the SJJS is to :
Organize, foster, develop and advise on Ju-Jitsu within Scotland
Provide a setting in which to learn Ju-Jitsu, which is free from political and business objectives
Provide technical expertise in Ju Jitsu, ensuring that instruction and coaching is thorough and safe
Affiliate to, assist, cooperate with and support national and international organisations as determined by the Society
Provide the membership with such services and support as may be available
I have posted some interesting links below for further reading…
When I was younger and going to middle school, I had the misfortune of being the target of bullies. I couldn’t exactly understand why of all people who spent my lunch money paying off extortion money or why I would be the boy whose head got stuck in the toilet bowl because I didn’t have more than a dollar for jimmy and as if that was not enough, I had to get the worst case of acne.
My suffering was visible to anyone who cared to notice and I got advise about dealing with bullies by kneeing someone in a specific spot. That didn’t work for me because the rest of the pose descended on me kick, punching shoving me like a piñata that wouldn’t give up its sweets. I came home that day looking like I had been hit by a train and all my advice filled father could say is ‘go to your mother’.
I could here them that night arguing about the out of hand bullying my father blamed it on my weight, “you coddle him too much, that’s why he is this round jelly of a boy. He needs to get through this on his own or he’ll grow up to be a wimp”. So I woke up the next morning and went to school again, met the same boys who had punched and kicked me like a beach ball.
I survived middle school, I survived the beating and I survived being called a wimp by my own father. Things changed when we moved to another part of town, a smaller apartment next to the YMCA.
I accidentally chanced into a martial arts class one day at the YMCA when I had gone, and this skinny kid had this big guy pinned to the floor. The kid was rigid and the big guy obviously in pain. I stood there mesmerized this ratty kid twisting a guy four times his weight into submission. I came back the every day after that just to watch, until one day the instructor invited in the class.
I have always been awkward with my weight, it felt like armor worn to protect another body – my real self. Over days that turned to months, jujitsu helped me shed the weight and brought this inexplicable sense of joy, confidence and a stronger will. For a while I looked good felt good and could actually defend myself against bullies. The best defense was to avoid my tormentor as much as I could but when Jimmy finally caught up with me I had him in a serious choke-hold.
It happened so fast but his eyes were smarting with tears from the pain while I held him in that position urging him to get his buddies to back off or I would break his arm. That threat worked because he really was in pain but most importantly because he needed that arm to work properly to continue being the schools star pitcher. Word went around the school that I was a Jackie Chan kind of guy. I survived middle school and had a more pleasant high school when all the baby fat gave way to muscle.
In my last year of school and after years of being sick with a disease we did not know, my younger brother, who is three years younger than me, was found to have a malignant tumor in his brain and just for good measure because the universe gives abundantly when it does decide to give, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. The thought of losing them nearly killed me and for a long time I was lost, adrift and trying to drift further away with drugs.
It was like I wanted to be part of their pain, I wanted their pain to be mine but each high brought on a greater low. I couldn’t be the person than my younger brother idolized or the son my mother wanted to be. Instead of being the pillar that people could lean on, I crumbled and became the person that needed saving the most.
When you have an addiction, everything is a source of pain when you haven’t had your fix, your skin feels tender, it hurts to open your eyes in the sun and your stomach feels like it has been invaded by aliens trying to drill trough but hitting every pain nerve in the process. My dad left, finally, like I’d always known he would since I was a kid, my mother got through the chemo unfortunately, my younger brother was too small and too tired — but then again how many seven year olds can survive brain cancer?
The last thing he said before he died was, “you are my hero and I love you”. Again I found jujitsu and relearned another way to be, a better version of myself. I hope my little brother is watching wherever he is and he is smiling.