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 19 and got drunk on a night out and decided to walk home alone as it was only a 15 minute walk. About halfway there a car pulled up alongside me and the driver wound down the window and said "Wax do you need a lift home?" They knew my name so it must have been someone I knew, so I got in. Problem is I was so drunk that to this day I don't actually know who it was. Luckily they were nice, took me home and helped me inside and got me a glass of water!

Horrified at myself though and I don't get drunk on nights out any more, it really impairs judgement.

I got mugged by two teenagers and was so furious I chased them into the council estate they had run into with my handbag. Fortunately they got away and didn't have a gang of their older brother's mates waiting round the corner.

In Bolivia I did a desert tour with a group. The whole group except me stayed at the last tour point as they were going on to Sucre. I travelled back through the desert for two days by myself with the tour guide who stopped to pick up his mate. They stopped at a tiny desert settlement and round a random family for me to stay with. Everyone was actually really nice and I'll actually treasure the memories, but it was such a strange situation and I was really quite vulnerable!

Hitch-hiking across Europe & then along the East Coast of Australia at the time of the backpacker murders was probably rather risky, but I was very reckless in my youth, I shudder to think about it & hope my own dc are more sensible.

It would be interesting to know what percentage of the examples in this thread involve alcohol...quite a lot, I suspect

I lost my friend at the full moon party in thailand, i kept drinking and partying with strangers and got drunk. At 3am I managed to get on a boat that went back to the part of the island we were staying at, it cooked out about 300m from the shore, I swam back (along with the others on board) and then walked through the village back to my apartment. There was no lock on the door or anything and I just crashed out on the bed. Anything could have happened. My friend got totally lost and ended up getting back after lunch the next day, we'd been so worry about each other, she spent nearly £200 on a taxi which is a hell of a lot considering how cheap thailand is

Regularly used to walk over disused wasteland at night alone, actually I used to run

Played on railway tracks/ tunnel as a child.

Other than that theres not many dangerous situations I've put myself in.
Dangerous situations I have found myself in through no fault of my own is another story but thanks to luck, quick thinking, pure chance, I have managed to not get hurt/raped/killed.

I was a very fast runner as a child/teen so would justify walking alone at night by believing I could outrun anyone who may have tried to snatch me.

Aged 14 travelling by coach with my friend to a gig in the next city along, stuck in a traffic jam so worried we'd be late. Two lads behind us also going to gig, probably about 17/18, suggested we get off the coach with them as they knew another way by train from a station nearby.

They got the coach driver to pull over and we stupidly got off in a totally unknown place, major ring road in the dark. We followed them through a random high rise estate for about a mile to a local train station. They then escorted us on a train then a further walk to the venue. Pre mobile phone days so no idea how they knew the way.

We were so naive, I cannot believe how badly that could have turned out. My parents collected us after the gig by car, and no we didn't tell them!

Years ago I used to do a job selling door to door. One cold and wet day, a bloke answered the door in a dressing gown and invited me in to chat about the product, I was that desperate for a sit down in the warm (and a potential sale) that I went in. He sat opposite me and let his dressing gown fall open exposing himself. Like a pro I pretended not to notice and carried on with my pitch. Really stupid but I was young and naive!

Oh, I have more - lost my friends at Glastonbury festival when I was 15 (pre mobile phone days). Spent the whole weekend alone relying on the kindness of strangers to give me food and places to sleep. Could have gone badly.

Got off a night bus in Peru without really checking where I was after waking up suddenly. Found myself on a stretch of dark highway with no idea where to go. Fortunately one other woman had also got off the bus and her dad was waiting to pick her up and they gave me a lift.

I also went travelling with a boyfriend, and left him resting at the train station with the rucksacks while I wandered the back streets of a strange city looking for somewhere cheap to stay. God knows why but I married him.

Being on drugs and going back to random houses with guys, luckily they weren’t psychos but I probably had that old chestnut of “it won’t happen to me”, no wonder I worry about my daughter!

Men. I got in strangers cars after they whistled and kissed them. Lots of going home with men or going outside to give blow jobs and going back in the club afterwards. I used to tell the bouncers I needed to go to the cash point. Lots of walking home alone or taking random men back.
Staying in a dv situation. Men have frequently been my downfall.
Never touched drugs as I have always drunk too much and had enough self awareness to know it’d be a bloody disaster.
One night coming out of a club, a limo pulled up, this guy leaned out and asked if we wanted to go back to his hotel to party. We jumped in. When we got to the hotel I realised it was where my sister was a senior manager, she would have 100% lost her shit if she knew. Once in the room all the swagger disappeared and my friend got us out pretty quickly. I thought we would drink and maybe have sex. She was very street smart, her on off bf was a dealer and she sobered up enough to know we needed to leave as it was turning drug fuelled and dark.
Met a guy in a club in Ibiza and went back to his hotel leaving my friend by herself. She ended up getting a cab to the wrong place but managed to make her way home walking but was freaked out. I meanwhile with club guy, had locked myself into his bathroom. The sex was ok but his friend came back and thought he could join in. In the bathroom there were huge piles of pubic hair. Too much for two guys to have removed. It was early 90s so we waxed but not everything off, I had visions that they shaved their victims. Managed to say I was going to get my friend to join in and ran.
Used to use unlicensed cabs all the time coming home from clubs, sometimes recognising them as having been in the club so weird predatory stalkers. Jumped out of a few.
I’m v glad phones etc didn’t exist when I was young. I would have been talked into taking nudes etc without much persuasion. I am glad there is no photo evidence of my socialising!
These days I’m very much a homebody. I am also v v glad I don’t have a daughter. I’d never sleep.

Sorry that was an essay. Also quite cathartic.

Am 😲 at the volcano story!

There are quite a few incidents from my teens/20s which make me shudder. Here are edited highlights:

• As a teen, getting in to my boyfriend's car who came to pick me up after going with friends to our local club and only realising he was drunk after he drove off. Wouldn't stop to let me get out and was laughing and repeatedly asking me if I was scared yet whilst speeding down the country roads. He eventually crashed into a tree and flipped the car, my side bore the brunt and crushed my leg. A bunch of squaddies on their way back to base after a night out found us but boyfriend wouldn't not let them take me to hospital or call for help (he and his mate in the back were unscathed) as he knew he would be in big trouble. They gave us a lift to his house, dropped us off and immediately called the police who turned up to find me on the sofa in agony and him snoring away in bed. I had multiple leg fractures - but at least I was alive, could have been so much worse. And yes - he did get in to a lot of trouble (licence revoked, suspended sentence). Yes - he was a cunt and I still bear the psychological scars (the physical ones healed) of that relationship.

• White water rafting on the Zambezi - instructor/guide told us we could get out of the raft and bob through one of the lesser rapids in our life jackets. I jumped in and did just this, went round a bend to be confronted with a load of crocodiles in the water - I've never swam so fast!

• On safari in SA/Zimbabwe - camping at a guarded site one night, boyfriend (different one) got up and went to the loo in the middle of the night. I heard someone rustling around outside the tent and eventually unzipping it and coming inside, was clearly not boyfriend so I pretended to be asleep and they eventually left. Next morning found out that our neighbours had had all their luggage stolen from their tent porch and the guard (who was armed) had done a runner. Thank god I didn't disturb/frighten him when he came for a nosey in our tent (assume he saw BF leave for the loo and thought our tent was empty).

(sorry - mine also turned out ridiculously long)

I'm glad I'm not the only one who spent their youth getting into cars with random men. I honestly don't know how I made it to middle age.

Energy at Brixton Academy - I was on the lower dance floor raving away and my face suddenly felt like it was on fire and a man next to me fell down. A rival party crew had sent someone to set a tear-gas bomb and the fallen man had been stabbed. The event just carried on regardless, even though I am sure police were called.

Travelling alone while very young in a west African country whilst a military coup was happening - dangerous enough. I was also hopelessly addicted to drugs and planned to detox there. Except it didn't work out like that and I found a place to score within a couple of days. One night I left this trap house and I noticed a man following me. He grabbed me and told me he was a police officer and knew I was carrying drugs and that I was under arrest. As if by magic, one of the addicts from the compound appeared to "help" me. They both tell me to get into a taxi with them at which point I have my suspicions that he's not really police, so I ask to see his warrant card again. It's a library card. I give them some money and they let me go.

My life used to be very different from how it is now and I really don't know how I kept myself alive. I still have to steer clear of men because I have little sense of personal danger around them.

Oh yes - and being confronted by an Oceanic Whitetip whilst learning to SCUBA in the Cook Islands. Also encountered Sea Snakes later on the same trip (on the Great Barrier Reef) but had been briefed what to do if it happened and they were just very inquisitive rather than bitey fortunately.

I'll shut up now.

White water rafting on the Zambezi - instructor/guide told us we could get out of the raft and bob through one of the lesser rapids in our life jackets. I jumped in and did just this, went round a bend to be confronted with a load of crocodiles in the water - I've never swam so fast!

OH. MY. GOD

Bloody fell @Vinosaurus! Maybe knitting would be a better hobby?

😆 understandmenow - now in my 40s and very risk averse - hobbies don't get more adrenaline inducing than cross stitch and baking.

@Vinosaurus I didn't like the crocodile one, my toes literally curled! And I did that little internal Jesse fucking Christ thing in my head!

On holiday in Newquay with my friend aged 16. We were on holiday on our own and thought we were so grown up. Went to watch a band play and they ended up inviting us to a party, so we got in our van. My friend had family in Newquay and she quickly realised that where they were going only led to a dirt track. She pretended she needed aomething from the petrol station and we got out and ran.

Got locked out of my flat one night after my first job leaving party. Couldn’t get any cash out because I was so skint and no mobile or anything. Got the night bus to Victoria Station and hung out with a group of homeless people until around 2am when I accepted the offer of a very dodgy room for the night with some of them in some random’s house. Was fine, got up and left around 6 I think while they were all still asleep. But they could all have been anybody.

And all of the above, men, cars, alcohol. No crocodiles fortunately.

Sitting here looking at precious DD7 and DD5 and wondering what on earth I can do to stop them doing this shit.

Being in a hurricane

Another 90’s teen with so many stories of alcohol, ecstasy and cocaine and random men both at home and abroad, right into my 30’s when I should have known better. I lay awake at night and shudder sometimes. Now I’m virtually agoraphobic and scared of my own shadow, but that might just be the long term effects of too many E’s at raves..

youaretheeggmaniamthewalrus - indeed, shovelling copious amounts of class A drugs into our systems without a care in the world for years - oh to be that carefree (without the assistance of or desire to consume mind altering substances) again eh.

I get paranoid about taking a new antibiotic these days.