For me, it wasn’t so much a “WTF this is ghey” moment as it was a long process. I guess I have to begin at the beginning…
When I was 8-ish we moved to the area, and having trained TKD for a year or two we looked for a school. We found a place run by a nice Korean family, a father and two sons. The dad was an ex-world chamion, and the younger son would later go on to compete in the Pan-Am games and take home either a silver or gold (I don’t remember, truthfully). Needless to say, these guys knew their business.
I have trouble remembering these early classes, but they seemed OK. There were a few 20-ish guys who were in good shape, and we had medium-to-hard sparring. However, gradually they stopped sparring for some reason. It also went from me being one of the few little kids there to being one of many. Without the sparring, class got boring, so I quit. This might have been when I was 12.
Fast-forward to my Sophomore year of high school. I for some reason decided to get back into the martial arts, so I look up the school where I trained at before. They are now located in a strip mall, with many more students. Since I’m naturally pretty flexible I managed to pick it back up OK, and they let me start back up with my black belt that I had from before. I was kind of annoyed by the no-contact sparring (when there was sparring), and the kiai’s the little kids did when they did hyung pissed me off to no end (they weren’t even functional kiai’s, just loud yelling), but no real alarm bells went off.
But then I pulled my head out of my ass (this coincided with my registration on Bullshido). During sparring, I used to do punches to the face; since it was no-contact, no one really cared. Then, I noticed that no one else did this. I thought, “that’s dumb, they should know how to deal with punches to the face.” I started teaching lower belts and younger black belts to hit to the face; they looked at me like I was from another planet. Then, when we were doing our cooperative “hapkido” drills, I started trying to do them at full force. I started asking the attacker to actually try to hit me, and then actually trying to throw them like it was a fight. Again, they thought I was a freaking alien.
Then I realized that I was dreading the classes before I went to them, not wanting to put up with that kind of horseshit for another hour. One day, I just stopped going.
A couple weeks later, I went to watch a class at a BJJ school. The asst. instructor told me, “I’m not gonna lie to you man, we teach you to fuck people up.” I was pretty much sold after that.