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.

Looking at the BBC article yesterday on jobs with greatest exposure to Covid19, it appears that drilling a filling on the day before dental practices shut down, was probably the most dangerous thing I've ever done! ( dentist here)
Makes the time I was kidnapped in a taxi in Bangkok pale into insignificance now...

Very tame compared to others on here, but a couple of years back we were in Paris on New Year’s Eve. We went down to the Arc de Triomphe early and got down to the front next to the crush barriers. The Champs Elysees behind us was absolutely packed. On the other side of the barriers was a heavy armed police presence because of the gillets jaunes. As it got closer to midnight and more and more people poured into the Champs Elysees we started to feel ourselves being crushed harder and harder against the barriers. I got really scared, everyone including us were shouting and screaming at the gendarmes to open the barriers but they didn’t. People who had collapsed were being passed over the top of the crowd. From their position the gendarmes could see down the Champs Elysees. In retrospect had they opened the barriers, which I’m not even sure they could, many people would have died in the ensuing stampede. I’m glad they kept their cool. The crush began to ease after the fireworks had gone off.

I’ve had some hairy moments rick climbing and skiing off piste.

Was on my year abroad in France. Out clubbing but decided I wanted to go home. Friend who'd given me a lift didn't want to leave but said her male friend would drive me back. So I cheerily said "ok!" and got in the car, drunk, with a man I'd never met before. He did drive me home safely and was actually very nice- said it was a treat to practise his English with an English person. But my god, what a fool I was!

I lay on top of a guy that was on the ground having the shit kicked out of him after club closing in Edinburgh one time back in my early 20s. In my drunken stupor I rationalised the men wouldn't kick a girl and fortunately I was right.

Travelling in Asia a few incidents - getting dragged behind a motorbike when the passenger grabbed my bag, initially I tried to hold on, and then struggled to untangle myself resulting in large grazes down my body as they continued driving. When we tried to report to the police I remember they were watching a World Cup match in another room and couldn't care less so I went in and stood in front of the TV until someone came to take a report!

Also in Vietnam, getting into a taxi which was then spotted by another car, obviously history between the two drivers and a hair-raising drive through Ho Chi Minh city as our taxi river tried to shake him off.

Meeting strange men from the Internet at hotels. One even paid to fly me to New York, and stay at his house. My mum went mental.

I was unwell, and was engaging in a lot of risky behaviour. I just didn't care. So stupid, and anything could have happened. I'm glad those days are behind me.

When I was 17 girlfriends and I got a taxi to the next town over to have drinks with the local boys. We'd prebooked a taxi home, and despite the boys best efforts to get us to stay we headed home, that's the last think I remember. I woke up later in a communal park bench covered in vomit with blood on my face from where I'd fallen. It was pitch black and completely silent. The only thought in my head was "you need to get home now" I manage to lift my self up and hold onto a railing to support my weight but could only walk 20 or so steps before I'd fall with exhaustion and vomit. I managed to get to the local take away which was thankfully still open and was family run and they knew me, they helped clean me up and drove me the rest of the way home. Usually my mum would be downstairs waiting on me but this time she wasn't so I just went straight up to bed and cried my eyes out because I thought It was my fault for being stupid.

I'd obviously been spiked and Instead of bringing me home my "mates" left me there to sleep it off.

Anything could have happened to me whiIe I was left there and anything could have happened to me when attempting to get home. I carried terrible guilt and shame about the whole incident until I finally told mum years later and she made me see it wasn't my fault.

Oh god,

• I hitch hiked for most of my teens, (including getting in the back of a mans van) to clubs and pubs and then would spend my taxi money on another drink and walk 4 miles home at 3am regularly. shudders

• When white water rafting on the Zambezi, also saw crocodiles and after repeatedly being told not to adjusted my life jacked as it was ‘uncomfortable’, went under and burnt my hand (with the strap) holding on to the life jacket so tightly as it popped off, I was being sucked under and truly don’t know how I’m here today.

-The naïve, stupid, invincible attitude of my early 20s, taking too many drugs, drinking to much, stealing a car despite not knowing how to drive, trusting people I shouldn’t.

My guardian angel has been working overtime I think.

I don't drink and I’m rather tame these days. I thank my lucky stars that I get to see the sun each day today, tbh I wasn’t a happy teenager and I believe I was reckless because the worst thing that could happen was death and at the time that almost seemed like the light at the end of a tunnel. I’m so happy now and would never behave like I did then but at least I have some stories for the nursing home

When I was younger I walked home alone in the pitch black along a road that looked fine on the map, but turned out to be a busy motorway style road (on holiday in Vancouver) on one side, and steep downhill on the other with no barriers and only a narrow strip to walk on. It took over an hour and I was terrified. I'd been attending a sports event with my ex, his uncle picked him up, but he'd told the uncle I was getting a lift from friends and merrily hopped into the car and left me. Turns out the last bus was full so I walked home alone. Couldn't call a taxi as it was pre-mobile phones abroad.

So, the back story, we'd been dating for a few years at that point, but his mother was awful and had 'forbidden' me to stay at his relatives whilst on holiday. He only bloody let her have her way, but told his relatives I was staying with friends because if they knew I was staying as a youth hostel they'd have insisted I stay with them as they were lovley!!

My bastard Ex didnt even send a text to see if I'd made it home safe. We broke up not long after returning from the holiday, not a direct result of what happened, but it was one of many things.

Wandering around large cities in the early hours chatting to homeless people when feeling suicidal. Plus overdosing several times ending in ICU.
In my uni days walking home alone thro a very rough estate who were known to hate students.

In my late teens (now late 50s 😱) so pre-Internet. I thought nothing of accepting dates off men I met whilst out with friends...tbf this was pretty standard dating etiquette. Looking back though, how much danger did this put us in then? I mean, we had no phones, so no numbers were swapped or anything like that...we just agreed to "see you at 8 then on Friday, outside The Dog". They could have literally been anyone!!! We had no way of checking back then.

More recently though, I decided to walk home through a very dark, very rural, area as my car broke down half way home...I live on my own, have no family nearby and it was 1.30am. No AA or equivalent...I just figured I'd call a repair shop in the morning. It was foolish...and exceptionally dark (deepest Lincolnshire countryside and no street lamps ). My phone torch was not up to the job 🤦‍♀️ Took me 2 hours 😱

Objectively, probably getting in a car being driven by people who had drunk too much alcohol or worse, to the extent that on one of the three occasions the car crashed into some bollards fencing off a pedestrian area when we decided to go and play billiards at 2 in the morning... Subjectively not the scariest thing at the time though.

I have to add that I had been offered a lift on the basis that "it is too dangerous for you to get a taxi on your own".

I shared a cab ride with a complete stranger i met outside a club when we were both trying to get a cab. I didnt feel uneasy about it at any point, being young stupid and a bit drunk.
Only now thinking back i realised that probably wasnt the best idea.

When I was around 14 ish we were on holiday in Weymouth. I was in the sea and thought it'd be cool to swim out as far as could, to the point where I could just touch the bottom with the tip of my toe. Which in Weymouth is a long, long way out. Nobody noticed. When I couldn't touch the bottom at all I turned around to swim back. Except I couldn't swim back. I swam and swam and swam and got nowhere. I was shitting myself. i thought I'm in serious trouble here. Then suddenly, just as I nearly tired out, the current must have changed as I started to make progress. I've never been in the sea deeper than my knees since.

Confronted my mother in laws drunken and violent ex husband who had thrown everyone on the street. Went in there on my own with no plan, he went for me with a knife. God knows how I managed to get it off him but I did. I was 17 and full of testosterone.
Look back now as I watch my DD play and just think why?

Riding my motorbike in the snow.

Met a man online and spent New Year's Eve in a bed and breakfast with him, I didn't know him from Adam! I woke up in the middle of the night next to him panicking that he might be a serial killer. This was around 12 years ago and I've never told a soul too ashamed !!

Loads when I look back on it:

Going out in the speedboat of a boy I liked many times when I couldn't swim and never had a lifejacket.

Walking home alone (about a 30 min wakk,) at 1-2am several times a week for years. Never worried me at the time. Did one time have to walk 4 miles home in the early hours for various reasons, in high heels.

Had various dodgy encounters with blokes, and ended up in a number of situations that in hindsight were not great. Met a guy in a club one time when I was early 20s, he was a bit younger who invited me to his mates house for a party. When I got there it was 15 lads. No girls. That could've gone south v quickly but as it was they were all really chilled smoking dope and playing video games. I made them all tea and toast! There were others where I basically ended up having to go further than I really wanted to, and felt coerced or obliged more than once. Thankfully that's all a long time ago I am older and wiser now hopefully.

Whilst travelling in Asia I put myself in several situations with local men, drinking and going out with them alone to local beauty spots on the back of their motorbikes etc. I guess I thought nothing bad would happen to me and each time it was fine just reinforced that it was fine until the time I let a local man walk me back to my hotel (I got separated from my friends and couldn’t remember the way back on my own) it ended in me being raped by him. Hate myself for being so stupid and letting that happen and in hindsight I could have avoided it.

Fell out with a friend at a New Year party when I was 15. I was really drunk and walked about 10 minutes to a phone box to try and phone my mum but I had no money on me so ended up sitting on the ground and fell asleep. A group of men woke me up and took me back to a house, gave me a glass of water and phoned my my parents for me and then a taxi which they made sure I got into safely. They even phoned back the next morning to make sure I was ok. I often think about this and how lucky I was that it was well intentioned men who found me.

Starting a thread in AIBU on here.

Getting off the tube in north London at midnight or so, and walked into a gang circling a German guy shouting, ‘tonight you die!’ Being slightly drunk (and young and pretty) I marched into them, grabbed him and announced he was my brother and they should leave him alone. They didn’t challenge me, we took him home and the German guy was eternally grateful. Only when I sobered up I realised how easily I could have been stabbed.

Some of these are truly horrifying.

These are reminding me of Maggie O'Farrells ' I am I am I am' book.
When I was a student ( 1980s) hitchhiking was fairly normal. I was hitching from Bristol to Swansea with my friend and a white van stopped. Stupidly we checked out there was only one bloke in the front so thought it'd be ok. But we got in the back and there were three other blokes. They started coming on to us and the driver threw condoms in the back. I made a fuss so eventually they pulled over and dropped us off in the middle of nowhere. Then another man in a car picked us up, he
seemed like he had learning disabilities, said he was 'just driving around' He took us all the way home but took the 'scenic route' ( in the dark) which took hours.
I once let a man who knocked on our door use our downstairs loo (behind locked back door) and he was later prosecuted for attempted assault as he progressed in his attempts on women.
I got cut off by the tide aged 15 with a friend, we climbed back over rocks and I kept getting pulled off by waves and smacked back on to the rocks.
I woke up on an interrail train to find a man trying to get in my sleeping bag. I screamed, my friend woke up and shouted at him, she went back to sleep!
I spent NYE in Trafalgar square when you could still do that, jumped in the fountains, nowhere to stay but my friend picked up 2 blokes and we stayed at theirs, luckily they were ok but excruciating next morning.