What's the most wildly inappropriate thing to ever happen to you?

[badassbaby]

I'll start...
When I was 19 I was working as a waitress in a holiday hotel.
I was having a wild, incredibly exciting relationship with the hotel manager, who was a good 15 years older than me.
Guests would fill out feedback forms on the hotel.
One day my boss (Restaurant manager) called me into his office. He showed me a feedback form that stated the guests weren't able to get a proper nights sleep, due to incredibly load love making all night long from the room above them.
The restaurant manager then pointed out that the room in question was the hotel managers room (his boss)
I can't remember what I responded, but when I think about it now, what the hell was he thinking of?!? And why question me about it and not the hotel manager?
I had the arrogance of youth so of course carried on exactly as before 😂
So what's yours?

Babysitting for a neighbour one night. I’d have been 13yrs old. Her late husband came home from pub and tried to kiss me before falling asleep 😫 I ran upstairs and (hardly) slept with a kitchen knife under my pillow. Neither of us ever mentioned it again and he stopped drinking a few years after.
She worships him, says they were absolute soul mates and she was devasted when he died. I’ve never told anyone.

One not about perverts for a change...

When DS was a little baby, about 4 or 5 months, I had a beautician's appointment which I booked to coincide with his nap. He was no trouble at all, might have been awake briefly but didn't cry. When I paid at the till the young man said quite nicely, next time don't bring your brat. WTF! I can only hope it was a language problem as English wasn't his first language.

Another one I saw happen to someone else, on a long-haul flight, a young woman wanted to hold her tiny baby instead of putting it in the bassinet for landing. The air steward acted out this massive kind of smack down motion, with his hand smashing onto the side, presumably to show her what would happen to her baby in case of a rough landing. She did as he asked and went back to her seat. I watched her simmer for about 20 minutes then she came back and told him how incredibly unnecessary it had been.

But I think the worst was when my grandfather threw 16-year-old me onto a bed and lay on top snogging me. Then snapped at me to get out. I have no idea why he did it and the rest of my family thought he was wonderful so I never said anything at the time or since.

This is appalling! I’m so sorry this happened to you. I hope you’re ok.

Another encounter that sticks out in my mind is when an ex was charged with assault after comments made from a creepy guy in the pub

I was at a busy Wetherspoons with my friends. We’re a bit dressed up as we were going to some charity thing & we’re just in for pre drinks. My dress did show some cleavage but I didn’t think it was that bad.

a group of older guys sat near us. One of them kept shouting “big tits” “get them out”
while laughing with his mates & looking over to me

eventually it killed the mood. I ended up sitting with my jacket to cover up.
I got a text from my then bf saying he was out with his mates & they would catch us for a drink .
When he arrived the first thing he asked was why I was sitting with my jacket on.
One of my mates blurted out it was the guy with his mates who were making horrible comments to me.
My ex got up, went over & started shouting at the guy. I can remember the guy was still smiling & looking at me.
ex told him to stand up, punched him hard in the face the smashed his head against a pillar. One of the older guys tried to get involved too & bouncers started coming over.
my bf at the time ran outside & went home.
we immediately left & made it to the charity night. I only stayed for an hour then went home. I felt sick and shaken.
eventually the police came as the creep had went to the station & wanted to press charges.
police were quite calm once they heard my story however, cctv showed my ex assaulting the guy

ex had been boxing since he was 12 but it really wasn’t like him to do something like that. He said he could tell how the guys behaviour had put a downer on our night & how he was telling him to “chill it’s a bit of fun, they love it. She has cracking tits”

Lots. You'll be surprised to learn its all men acting inappropriately to a young woman.
One the guy from the corner shop stopped his car when he saw me walking to the bus stop. He kept trying to get me in his car. I was 14 and SO conditioned to be polite, but I kept being strong and saying no, he kept cajoling me and wouldn't take no for an answer. I was desperately hoping someone would walk by then I could pretend to know them and break away from him. FINALLY someone did.

Another time, on a beach in America where we'd gone to compete in a sporting competition. My (14 years senior) coach declared his love for me and told me he'd leave his pregnant girlfriend for me I just had to say the words. He told me he was a mature man, not some love sick teenager, he knew what he wanted, and it was me.

There had NEVER been ANY hint of this before.
I very carefully, very gently turned him down.
He changed his flight and came back to England without me, leaving me in America on my own, to compete without him. He introduced me to some people there who said they'd look after me, and he left.

At work, my manager OUT OF NOWHERE started talking about how he'd love to lay me on the table and give me oral sex and would show me the time of my life and would not even have sex with me, he'd get off on how much pleasure I was getting from his tongue, he wouldn't even need to be inside me for us both to have an amazing time.

I went to a massage therapist for my back, neck and shoulder problem. Alone. Late evening. He locked the door when we went in. (I guess that's normal to avoid intrusion?) Lying facedown, topless. As he was massaging me he kept going on and on and ON about what an amazing body I had, how I kept in such good shape and looked fantastic. My fingers were over the top of the bed. He rubbed his hard cock against them. I moved my hands out of the way and said... NOTHING. As I was leaving he stood by the door and told me he wouldn't allow me to leave until I gave him a cuddle to end my treatment. He said he did this with all his clients.
I gave him a hug. He unlocked the door and I ran on jelly legs.

Loads of others. But they are the main ones that stick in my head

Why ARE men, again?

I work in customer care
im wandering around,minding my own when a ‘gent’ came in and ordered a coffee
all fine-I went to make him one-and as I handed it over,I asked (in a cheerful voice-I am at work after all) if he would like sugar with his coffee
i was treated to a rant about how he was going to come back after my shift,kidnap me and ‘rape my burnt corpse’
thankfully work took this really seriously and now I’m excused from serving him-and he’s been told why
he didn’t see a problem
(work should have banned him but didn’t as he didn’t touch me,just ranted at me-hes been fine with everyone else)

another guy comes in with his kid and us women all scatter
He refuses to be served by a female-men he’s fine with
weve been treated to rants about how women are under him,are only there for him to shag us and that he doesn’t want women to touch his food in case we pass on an std

it’s his poor son I feel for-being dragged up by this pillock

So let’s just stop saying “Not all men” shall we? It is clearly true that there are enough of them for every girl and woman to have experienced this absolutely awful abuse from childhood. We must continue to speak out about it and call these men to account. We must continue to protect ourselves by resisting the move to make more of our facilities mixed sex and fight for more women only space.
For me it started at the age of 6 on getting first pair of glasses to be told by the male teacher that “ men don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses” after that I suppose I tried to prove it wrong, offering myself to any creepy bloke around, as a teenager. At the age of nearly 70 still groped by men in cars etc. only difference is that now I know that it’s not me, it is they that are the problem. Utterly sickening to know what is still happening . thank goodness I am now lesbian, and live a largely male free life. I am very picky about those I do know.

I was involved in a legal matter (being sued by someone) many years ago. It was to do with my professional job and so I had indemnity insurance through a big insurance company. A senior manager from the insurance company was very much involved in my case, had several meetings with me (and my then-husband) about the case. One meeting in London with him and the lawyers I went to alone and he offered to give me a lift home rather than me getting the Tube. In the car he turned to me and told me "I like licking women's cunts and making them come". Out of nowhere.

I said that I suddenly remembered I had to be somewhere in the opposite direction and got out of the car. I never told anyone (I was much younger and in a vulnerable and stressed point of my life, I would have raised merry hell if that had happened later in my life). Still had to attend meetings with the jerk and there was a week-long trial in which he sat at the back of the court every day. It was horrible.

My foster mother used to make me say fuck and then hit me for swearing, if i refused to say fuck she would hit me for not doing as i was told.
She would would run boiling hot baths make me get in, wash my hair, by digging her nails into my scalp until it bled.
She would've let me drink water, so i used to drink it from the toilet cistern, because i was scared of getting caught drinking from the bathroom tap.
She put wasps in my bed.
She would accuse me of lying and say I wasn't going to school, that i would be taken to the doctors and put on a lie detecting machine.
She made me wear girls clothes.
She refused to sign the consent form for my school BCG vaccination, hence I've always worried about catching tuberculosis.
When i was once asked to do an extra paper round on a Saturday, she refused to let use my cycle, said I had to walk. It was rural and probably a 2-3 mile round trip. The shop owner asked me where my bike was and I said I walking and went off crying. Thankfully, he closed the shop, picked me up in his car and drove me from house to house.

Obviously not as bad being sexually assaulted, raped etc, but she ruined my childhood and I've never really escaped her horrors, above is just a small sample.

@tiger2691 what a cunt. I hope she rots in hell one day.

I’m so sorry to read this. My heart aches for young you. As PP said, she was a cunt. Nobody deserves to be treated like that. Stuff of nightmares.

@tiger2691 have you spoken in real life about the abuse to anyone, and got any help? I really hope so. What you describe is not inappropriate behaviour, it is severe abuse.

It certainly happened in the 60s just as much. I have always lived in hope it would improve, but it evidently hasn't.

I was once groped by a bus conductor on an empty bus - I didn't tell anyone, even my Mum, because I thought she'd tell me off for wearing a mini skirt (we had often had "discussions" about it). This was during the day - I was about 13, so this would have been about 1968. I remember even saying bye to him as I got off the bus because I felt so dirty and intimidated, I thought it must be my fault.

There was also a regular flasher on a street near our all-girls school - he used to be there at lunchtimes when we were allowed to go to the shop. Some girls did report him as I remember.

All the comments through the 70s - just everyday stuff that you didn't even think about then. If it was cold and maybe someone's nipples were visible through their clothes there were comments like "Can I hang me coat up luv?" - so humiliating for the girl. Even the girls' boyfriends used to laugh. It once happened to me and I was mortified but apparently it was my fault for wearing the wrong sort of bra.

I know these are minor compared with most of your stories, but I consider myself to have had a very sheltered upbringing - my inlaws certainly thought so - and yet these things still happened.

On a trip to CZ Rep with friends (mixed group) in 2005. Every day we went out a different guy/group of guys would just brazenly come up to us and take my picture or even film me. We were all completely non-moussed by it and it got to where my male friends would just form a circle around me when we were out. I kept freaking out as it was when 'Hostel' was in the cinemas and, having quite the active imagination, I wondered if they were trying to sell me to some sort of human game reserve! 🤣
Over the years,we've sort of come to the conclusion that, as all the perpetrators were European, I might have looked like some be in the public eye over on the continent.
Thinking back, though, it makes me realise I've always had bloody good male friends around me that are thoroughly decent.

His, this thread is bringing up all sorts for me now!

When I worked in heavy manufacturing, I was overseeing sales for a really lucrative (at the time) arm of the business. I'd always hear customers asking after a man that had done my jobs during the 80s/90s and colleagues would tell me how lovely he was, such a legend, etc.
The company celebrated its 75th anniversary just before I moved on and we had two huge gala days/nights. Said 'legend' came along to celebrate and I posed for an official photo with him for the commemorative gallery. This lovely, legendary man was stroking my backside the entire time. I said nothing. Nowadays my reaction would be totally different.

I was 17 and doing work experience in a hotel kitchen. The second in command was in charge of what I was doing. He was in his 50s, a gross overweight man. Every time we went for our breaks he’d open the door for me and put his hand on my bottom, not just a pat either. It was very uncomfortable. I wish now I’d told someone. He even asked me out. I didn’t last long. I’m 50 now and it still haunts me.

I've tried to forgive her, it's not easy, i try to look forward not back.

My foster dad was a great guy, the thing is he and everyone else never knew about the abuse, I truely believed it was all my fault, and kept quiet. The only thing that she ever done "in public" was wash my mouth out with soap, which was really ramming a bar of soap down my throat, which was seriously choking.

When in therapy for depression, addiction etc, in my early 40s, my psychologist gave me the option of police involvement and prosecution. I refused the offer, you just have to (try to) live your life, and move on, is what I thought.

The worse thing was finding my birth mother and immediately having to lie to her when she said that I must have had a wonderful and loving childhood.

I was a teen in the 80s. I've loads of examples like above, not necessarily including me but girls at my school and dirty old men.

All very Rita, Sue and Bob too.

All men should be made to read this thread.

All initial thoughts of ‘it’s not all men’ in my genders defense, dissappeared and all i can think is, we just don’t know the depth and extent of what women have put up with. We hear stories from time to time, we read things in the newspapers or online, but only reading it here, now, do i finally understand that yes, it might not be all men, but it’s far far too many men, and every woman have been affected.

Many of the stories are sickening.

Sorry.

Going back through records during my research into my family history I’ve come across court records from 1890’s detailing the case of a stepfather raping his 13 year old stepdaughter.
Another one of a ‘family friend’ sexually assaulting twin sisters, their cousin and other members of the same family, on reading the court transcript he’s obviously inserted himself into this families life to groom them. A helpful Harry, always there to help out, babysit, ‘Take on’ a widowed mother with children and paint himself as the saviour of the family. All the while helping himself to her daughters and nieces.
It’s always gone on, right through history.

I have several…in fact I have a huge list but these are the ones that affected me the most (not in any order!)

1. I was 13 (mid 90s) and my friend and I went to to the local town shopping. Whilst walking through the town two, a boy racer car pulled up asking if want a lift (I’d say they were 19 defo older than 17). Stupidly we accepted. They ended up driving us back to our village but parked by the woods and asked for a walk with us. It was all friendly but we defo felt obliged to repay them for the lift 🤮 I kissed one of them and my friend actually gave the other one a blowjob. So wrong looking back but that feeling of repaying them for the lift is something that makes me so mad now I’m older!
2. After a nasty breakup with my first love I was 18 years old and lonely. So my sister invited me to a party at her boyfriends parents house. Whilst there a work colleague of her boyfriend was there. I’d say he was about 28 years old. Anyway it was time for bed so we all crashed on the lounge. My sister gave me a blanket and as we wound down we were all chatting. This work colleague mate came and sat next to me and put the blanket that was over me over his lap too “making out he was cold. He put a cushion on top and suddenly started to finger me. I froze and because I didn’t want to ruin the party stayed silent. He was abusing me in a room of about 10 people and no one even knew. I felt so dirty, I just wanted to go home 🥺 I’ve never told anyone to this day as somehow blamed myself.
3. Whilst on Honeymoon myself and husband went to on an excursion to a “paradise island” (we were in the Caribbean). We enjoyed the island and then some swimming and snorkelling. As we were swimming with the tour guide and a group of others I suddenly got bad stitch and could barely swim. The tour guide came swimming over and just started to carry me in the water. As I was being carried I suddenly felt his very hard erection pressing into me so I tried to move away from him. As I did this he firmly placed his hand at the bottom of my back and pushed me into it and held me there for what felt like an eternity. Again I froze and stayed quiet. I was worried he’d turn on my husband and we’d be abandoned on this island. We were in a country that didn’t feel the safest outside the confines of the hotel and I honestly just panicked. I didn’t tell my husband until we were safely back in the hotel and he was obviously fuming. But we didn’t take it any further. Much to my annoyance now, looking back.

So many other stories of men making inappropriate remarks or moves but these are the ones that felt the worse. Christ, when you start writing it all down you realise what absolute animals some men are 😤😤

When I was 17 I had a boyfriend whose father always seemed super "interested" in me. He and his wife must have been in their 40s, picture of middle-class respectability. Except he would have magazines with pictures of naked women in them openly on show in his lounge, including when I was there. The wife made no attempt to hide them either. He would constantly make comments to his son in my presence about what he called my "superstructure" (I was very petite but with big boobs). Once I was giving the boyfriend a blowjob in his bedroom and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the father was looking through the window. I never said anything.

When I was a student teacher, my supervising teacher was in his late 40s. One day we were teaching a class of year 8 students and a boy asked he could go to the toilet. The teacher said yes and then commented to me that he always lets the younger boys go to the toilet as soon as they ask because they often get caught up with what they are doing and leave asking until the last minute. Ok, yep good advice. However, he then went on to comment that year 8 boys are still really immature, 'they haven't even have their first cream yet'. Young student me was mortified, I didn't know where to look or how to reply. Decades later the memory still makes me cringe. So inappropriate to say to a student teacher and when the whole class was there!

As I said in my earlier post it's always happened.

My mum had a perv on the train when she was 8 in the 40s.

uncomfortable reading all the appalling,scary,reprehensible events ,and this is just a snapshot of the shite women have to put up with