Bouldering is dangerous and no one cares

I love climbing and bouldering. Like, an inordinate amount, and it would not be a stretch to say that climbing has changed my life for the better since beginning this journey in 2019, as my climbing addicted friend and I walked the University of Canberra campus trying to find rocks and/or stairs and/or weird parts of walls to pull on (shoutout to Pearce for introducing me to this world!). I'm 36 now and that means it's been more than 15 years, of varying levels and volume, climbing my little heart out. Inside, outside, lead climbing, bouldering, the works. And, like almost every climber I know, I've had my share of injuries. Granted, I've had a lot of time to gather them, but what I've started to notice is that with the massive growth recently of the sport, that a lot of folk I talk to who have a lot less time on the wall than me are starting to get injured too. We were at the bouldering gym yesterday here in Berlin (one gym of approximately 10 or so) and it was pretty full, not…