What's the most dangerous situation you've ever put yourself in?

[Magicra84]

I've had a few...

Got involved with a few unsavoury men through online dating. Luckily sussed them out and binned them off before things got too serious.

I once walked home over four miles at 2am through one of the roughest areas round here. A man out walking a dog stopped me to talk. It shit me up but he was nice, he just couldn't sleep so took rover out.

I was such a dickhead when I was a teenager. I got myself into all sorts of shit.
The one that springs to mind is going to see a boy at his house. He was a drug dealer and had cctv everywhere (he was only about 3 years older than me, maybe 17/18?) and code locks on all his doors (like his bedroom door)
Went in, decided I wanted to leave after a bit and he pulled out a gun and said I wasn't allowed to leave before I'd had sex with him.
I honestly couldn't tell you how I got out of there. But fucking stupid position to put myself in and there are so so many more similar stupid things I did

mostly automotive:

Took a sliproad exit too fast and spun out at the bottom, ended up facing the wrong way on the roundabout at the end. Very lucky no one was coming the other way

Husband got too much speed downhill on a scooter with me on the back, we felt the rear wheel come off the road so I stood up and back and hung my arse as far as I could over the back til the wheel came up. Luckily I have a weighty arse!

There was a quarter of a century between those events, in case anyone thinks I spend my life causing havoc on the roads.

I've had my share of getting drunk and going to parties or being seen safely to the bus with randoms I've only just met, but since it never went wrong the main lesson I took from that is that most people are actually safe and trustworthy.

I'm surprised I haven't been murdered! Don't lots of stupid things but the two below are two of the worst.

Between the ages of 15 and 21 I had a really controlling boyfriend who made sure I got the last train (East London DLR) home from his every night because the night couldn't go anywhere else 🙄 It was around 1am and I was often the only one on there or sometimes there were a few drunks but once I got off the train I had a 15 minute walk home! Boyfriend was a prize twat!

In Barbados one year me and my friend (both 16) were invited to a local party so went along in a random mans truck which picked up other randoms along the way until it was heaving and then went to this party miles away. My Dad had no idea where we were but obviously didn't really care, think we got home about 6am in a truck with a not very sober driver!

1. I was nearly trafficked in Venezuela...long story I won't get into but yes it was a near miss!!

1. I jumped off of a roof and landed in a tree- Don't ask- another long story!

1. Sailed through a category 3 hurricane- lost a few sails, etc but obvs survived

1. Would be when we were held by a group of men and robbed - one had a gun, one had a machete.

But other than that I've had a very quiet life 🤣🤣🤣

I moved out for the first time at 21, having just been dumped by my boyfriend of several years. I took the opportunity to "get acquainted" with men via online dating.

I went to a random guy's house for sex without telling anyone where I was going.

I went on a date and the guy insisted that he'd missed the last bus and train home, so was guilted into taking him back to mine. He slept on the sofa but really, he was a complete stranger.

I got a message from a guy who claimed to be a DJ in Berlin (I was 21, he was in his 30s), in town for one night and he had nowhere to stay. An hour later I met him for a drink and then we went back to my flat.

Seriously, I used zero common sense when it came to men. It isn't until now, at 30, that I look back and think how stupid I was.

Drilled through a live electric cable.

Woke up on the other side of the kitchen 😳

But woke up 👍

enjoyingthequiet. Lol. I know I shouldn't laugh, but I did. Sorry.

So many stupid and reckless teenage, and early 20’s, drunken behaviours. Going home with men I’d just met, walking home (usually barefoot) by the river to get to my house, getting in cars with people way over the drink-drive limit.
Backpacking across dangerous parts of Asia as a just-turned-18-year-old. No way I’d let my child do that.

Aged 16 I would go out at night just to ‘escape’ so nobody knew I was out or where I was is just wander about.
One occasion a man pulled up (I was sitting on the kerb in a v rough area) and he told me he wasn’t a weirdo that he had seen me twice and was worried I was alone that he would take me home and promised he was just worried as had a younger sister. So I stupidly got in his car but true to his word he took me home and asked me to please be careful in future
Another time same scenario I was awol and on a horrible country lane very alone and a man in a tractor stopped and asked me did I need help or directions? I said no and kept walking he drive off but then pulled up further on and got out and said to me ‘look , please get in and I’ll drop you at the nearest town’ so again I thought what the hell and he dropped me at the nearest town
I think mine as very lucky both were decent men

I will add though, the random guy whose house I went to turned out to be really lovely (and amazing in bed ). He was a lighting technician so he spent weeks on the road with small-time bands doing the lighting for gigs and I could tell he was a massive player with a girl in every port, so to speak, but whenever he was home he would text me and we'd spend some time together. We were friends with benefits right up until I met my now-DH and the last time he texted me, I told him I'd met someone and he wished me all the best. He was lovely

As I mentioned on another thread recently, when I was 11 I nearly got into a car with a man who was going to show me some ponies....
In early twenties I travelled USA alone, in a flea pit hotel in NYC I woke up to do find a man in my room stealing all my money, very long story that deserves it's own thread!

Worked in a club that was run by a Somalian gang, one of whom took a shine to me.

Hitchhiked to Paris with a mate for charity (organised by our Uni!!) with the bit from the port to Paris being locked in the back of his van. My mate was teeny. Could have been horrific.

Hitchhiked lots round a town in Spain with mates. I can’t believe we never had any trouble.

Unknowingly rented a flat from some really dodgy bloke. When we realised, we moved out but he arrived just as we were leaving and demanded our new address. I faced him out and refused. We had a few mates helping us so there was nothing he could do.

If I think of more, I’ll come back!

Went on safari in Africa. Open topped car. The guide didn’t have a gun. The car stopped beside a lion who came over to the car for a looksee.

On a boat/bus trip from Koh Tao to Bangkok to catch a flight back to the Uk. I was 22 years old travelling alone.

I met 2 guys on the boat trip and spent the bus trip with them. Our bus got into Bangkok a few hours early so they offered for me to go to their hotel room and have a shower... and I fucking did it. I was lucky and the guys were nice. But now I'm 37 I can't believe how stupid I was! Anything could have happened.

This one really shits me up, I actually shudder thinking about it. NCed as outing.

Was on holiday in a UK village with some friends. We all went to some remote pub and I was chatting up the barman for some god awful reason. He was grim. I refused to go home with my friends, was adamant he was going to give me a lift. They reluctantly left me there...
Anyway, some guys in a white van turn up, friends of the barman. He says they’re going to give me a lift. With him too! I was absolutely out of my mind drunk so got in the van. One of them passed me something to smoke which I figured was weed but who knows.
I freak out and they dump me on some road in some town. I think the barman is still with me... no idea! Anyway, next thing I know I’m surrounded by police and being asked where I’m staying. I was outside a hotel and the staff there called the police as some guy (maybe the barman?) was trying to check us in and they could see I was not in any state. The police managed to get hold of my friends (who were horrified for leaving me) and I got taken back home.

I dread to think what could have happened and no one other than the friends I was staying with knows about it. Honestly, it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done and I’m so lucky it didn’t turn out worse than it already had done.

Daring to tell the truth
Aged 8 years old.
Learned my lesson well.

As a teen, fighting back when someone tried to steal my purse.
As an adult, working in war zones and, at home, confronting a drug addict who tried to break into my car whilst I was in it. I had baby DS in the back so was very focused on moving the addict away from the car before they realised the baby was there but even whilst I was doing it, I was aware how vulnerable I was.

@Samtsirch that sounds awful, I'm sorry for you

I've walked home late at night through very sketchy neighbourhoods. No one knew where I was either a lot of the time. I'm so thankful nothing happened to me - I'd never do it again now that I'm older!

There's been two. The first one, I was at a New Year's Eve party in a weird permanent marquee. We were having a great time but the crowd was definitely a bit dodgy.
At some point just after midnight a Range Rover drove through the wall and three guys got out and started shooting.

There was a massive stampede as we all tried to get out, when we got to the car park the whole front row of cars had had their windscreens smashed.

I remember crouching down in a field near the venue (which was sort of a clubhouse for football) as police hovered overhead in helicopters, guns still shooting and ringing my Mum to tell her what had happened but I was fine.

The second was six years ago, on a flight and the landing gears weren't working (I can't remember whether it was not going up or not coming down). We had to make an emergency landing after circling over the coast for hours and doing a mega fuel dump.

It was full on "heads down feet back", air stewards sobbing as we came in to land on one set of wheels.

I remember hearing just after we got off the plane that they'd shut all the motorways around Gatwick in case we couldn't make it back to the runway.

Ringing my mum (again) and her saying "you're meant to be in the air! penny drops oh shit, you're on that plane I'm watching on sky news right now aren't you?"

Still got on the rearranged flight the next day, figured I'd had my one in a million chance of plane crash.

Climbed out of an access machine (think small, one person cherry picker type thing. Bit like a scissor lift but smaller and more maneuverable.) at 30 feet and balanced on a 6 inch ish wide ledge to rescue an injured sparrow. Then had to climb back to and into the machine one handed as I hadn't thought about how I was going to carry the bird and get back in at the same time, never mind drive the fucking thing. The alarm telling me that the safety gate was open beeping incessantly and chipping away at my nerves.

Add to that the fact that I'm a good 4 stone overweight and didn't learn to ride a bike till I was 10 due to my appalling balance and I'm really not sure how I didn't fall and kill us both. My boss would have fired me on the spot had he ever found out.

It would actually have been safer to stand in a cage and go up on a forklift but I didn't because I couldn't have got it out of the warehouse and across the shop floor without a manager noticing and I didn't want banksmen in case they grassed me up. Looking back, I'm a fucking idiot. I was risking my job either way so I should have just roped in a friend to drive and taken the forklift.

So many drunken going home with random men or meeting random men off the internet and getting them to pick me up from nights out etc!

Also crossed the border from Colombia into Ecuador by boat (they said they’d never seen tourists cross that way since they’d worked there) and at the other end got on taxi peds driven by men, two of us girls on the back and our backpacks on the handlebars! Only found out after it is a complete red zone to travel in but luckily it was a fun experience for us!

Travelling in America. Hostel messed up booking. Didn’t have a room. Another lad also save situation offered to help room hunt. We ended up in the most dodgy hotel in the bronx sharing a room. I kept repeatedly telling him I was meeting friends in the morning (complete lie I was travelling on my own for 5 weeks!) the hotel room had mirrors on the ceiling. We didn’t sleep a wink just clutched our backpacks and shared a taxi to the AirPort at 5am the next day. He was just a lovely bloke but when I look back now I shudder at how wrong that could have gone!!

I’ve also drunkenly hitch hiked after nights out and accepted lifts off complete randomers - I was an absolute idiot and a lucky one at that!

Three years on IV narcotics.
£200,000 and a fucked liver later...