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?

It's just a horrible feeling.

This is such a little story - in comparison with the others here written , but it made me so sad and so very disappointed .
I was being introduced to residents of a residential facility as a new member of the team . A tiny elderly gentleman arose from his chair and started to shuffle towards us to greet me . It was obvious he had Parkinson's Disease so I waited patiently then stretched out my hand to receive his ; he took it , shook it and started to speak ...
Man: I w w w ...
Me:( nodding encouragingly)
Man: I w w wanna wanna wanna..
Me: (still nodding)
Man: I wanna f f f fu fu ...
Me: (thinking , I wonder where this is going)
Man: I wanna fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck you.
I knew he couldn't help it . I knew he was suffering . I also knew he was still a man and I had my newborn baby son in my arms and I was so embarrassed and mortified to realise that THIS is how some men see us .

@Vanbamthankumam never, never feel ashamed at your innocence. The shame is never the victims - and it isn't stupidity to not realise you're in danger, expecially when you're young.

To those of who assaulted by doctors at the end of your pregnancies I am so sorry

@JustLyra have you ever googled his name?

Name changed
many in the 90s and I hope to goodness my own children will never have to put up
with this shit!
1, lottery was introduced and I was working in a well known shop at 16. An old male colleague walked down the shop with the large, card board pointy finger ‘it could be you’ and called, ‘90s, fancy a bit of this?’

2, got a lift home from work when I was 16-17 from an older male colleague. I thanked him for the lift and he leant across me and asked if that’s all he was getting! He was married with kids. I was outside my house, my parents inside

3, I was 15 at a party with friends. I was offered alcohol by an 19 year old. I stupidly had a drink with him and got very drunk over the course of the evening. I went to the kitchen with him and was seriously sexually assaulted. I never reported it but knew it wasn’t right. The 90s, drunk, felt like I was to blame.

reading these incidents makes me realise that the things I had to put up with as a young woman (lecherous driving instructor, lecherous youth leader in church, being flashed at by total strangers in trains and buses, groped by shopkeepers etc etc ) are sadly too common and also we just put up with it as something to be endured. Makes me so angry to look back on it

And people on another thread say teenagers shouldn't be disciplined for sexual harassment in the classroom 😡

Carer used to come round to care for my mum c 1994 .

Threw things at her instead, kicked her, I remember once watching her assault mum, and locked me in living room so I couldn’t access mum . I think there was also sexual abuse but memories are very ‘fuzzy’ and I’m not sure I want to try to remember .

Took me 25 years to realise, every time I watched VHS tapes I froze all over (noise of rewinding the cassette) . Remember now she would stick videos on whilst I was locked in that room . Flashbacks .

She’s still a ‘carer’ now .

This is all very familiar. I was a teen in 90s / early 2000s.

1. Vile driving instructor - yep
2. Creepy men on train - yep (although also lovely rowdy rugby men who saved me)
3. Followed home by kerb crawling cars SO MANY TIMES
4. Many of us being in relationships with guys in mid / late 20s when sitting our GCSEs
5. My friend was an artists muse in her bra and pants he was in his 60s.
6. Another friend had an affair with a man aged 45 when we were 15/16.
7. Getting soaked walking home from school in uniform and having several vans full of middle aged men beeping horns and shouting stuff because my shirt was partially see through.

That's not even all of it . I have a son and a daughter and do my best to make my son aware of Womens feelings and fears but I am terrified for my daughter now that she's almost a teenager.

Also I should say friend who had an affair with middle aged man was obviously not having an affair and actually being groomed and abused but she still describes it as an affair even now

A stroke victim near me toddled past my office front door daily in his electric buggy.

He was looking a bit lost and out of it so I took to saying hello when on fag break. One day - after about three hours inching the five yards to me - he heaved a deep breath and asked very factually ‘How Much Are You.’

Victims ain’t necessarily nice people.

When I was about 12 we were on holiday with parents and at a beach side restaurant and an older man at the table kept asking to massage my feet and I let him because he was so insistent, but felt incredibly weird about it, and told my mum who just LAUGHED?! Wtf mum

Must admit I am more of a reader of Mumsnet than a poster but wanted to post in solidarity as after plenty of things I'd assumed were just part and parcel of growing up in the 80s and 90s and my own ignorance, something very inappropriate happened when I was in my 30s. I'd made friends with a woman a little bit older than me. Hell, we'd even done reiki training together and I'd met her partner and thought he was a nice guy. A few months in, she invited me to his 50th birthday celebrations. It was a meal out, then back to their house for a house party and I crashed out on the couch. Unfortunately her partner who was tasked with giving me a duvet for said couch, tried it on with me with a bit of a fumble and licking my ear. To this day, I wish I had screamed the house down but I froze and played dead. In the morning, I got my things together, went home and cut contact with them both. She left him within a year, I completely understand my reaction as an old survival mechanism was kicking in and I have forgiven him but Christ alive, some men really do not help themselves.

I love this one and the wellie throw! Go you!

Man, I don't know if this is a good idea but here goes.

Aged 11 or so, the bus driver of our school bus reached around behind his seat and held my leg. I was forced to sit behind him every day as I was bullied and it was deemed the worst place to sit on the bus.

15, I was a school refuser and went to a local community arts organisation (parents sanctioned as I was otherwise v isolated). A man in his 20s would regularly grab the bum or boobs of women that passed by, including me. He was a family friend.

16, through said arts organisation I met a group of people into film making. 26 year old man wanted me in one of their films. Topless. I stayed the night at his house (estranged from my parents, nowhere to go) and he tried to have sex with me. I said no.

On my 21st birthday, I was in Amsterdam with my 12 years older boyfriend (also met at same arts org). He disappeared in the middle of the night and left me one in our hotel room. I later found out he was a regular abuser of prostitutes. My sister knew him and said he was a nice guy.a

24, I mentioned to a mate I fancied a mutual friend. I went over to mates house for a few drinks and mutual friend was there. We both dossed on the living room floor and late in the night after making me feel shit about myself, he raped me. It had been organised.

At 27 I met my lovely husband. It's taken me a long time to realise the pattern of abuse that blighted my adolescence and early 20s. Being made to feel worthless leads to other abuses. I still struggle to deal with it. None of these incidence have had consequences for the men involved.

I've never put all that information in one place before.

Beatie I hear you and I’m gutted it all happened to you.
I hesitated in writing what happened to me but thought I would and I’m glad I did.
hope you’re ok

an RE teacher used to play a game when is about 13/14. He would make us stand on chairs with our eyes closed and our “buttocks clenched” if anyone opened their eyes he would make us start again. Since lesson was last period on Friday, we were often late to leave. He would walk amongst the chairs.

After several weeks of this eventually he conditioned us to stand a long time without opening his eyes. And after it went beyond the lesson and beyond school finish. One week, after what felt like an eternity, We dared open our eyes… he was gone. He was in staff room having a cuppa.

odd and creepy

My uncle used to take me randomly to a local chemist back in the day! They had a rack of silky flimsy knickers and he always bought me a pair. He used to ask me to take sweets out of his pocket but not to rummage too much or I might touch his cock. He also made a comment about me sitting and moving about on his lap. Another time he made a joke about taking me over the fields and killing me.

I never told anyone ever - it was only when I was in my 40s! that I actually realised what had been going on. He had no children himself thankfully. Vile man.

Thanks. You too ❤️

My best friend helped me to have an affair with our 35yr old, married English teacher when I was 16. He had known me and I had been in his class every year since in was 11. He left his wife in the end, it went on for years. The school found out but didn't do anything about it because I was over 16, just asked him to be discreet!!!! This was circa 1998, so not the Dark Ages, but it wasn't technically illegal, just seen as unprofessional but essentially as one of those things. I was also heavily judged by the (Catholic) school because he was married and I was the other woman and when it all came out the Headmaster told me this.

In the end my parents and the wider world knew we were a couple (by the time I was 20ish and he was 38/39). They weren't thrilled (and to this day don't know how young I was when it started) but accepted we were in love and supported me. We split when I was 24 and he cheated on me with a 19yr old (don't know if he knew her through her being a pupil or what, I found their texts but never got to the bottom of how they met).

Looking back it was so, so, so bad and she is very upset by her part in it all (lied for me etc). I feel terrible that she feels so responsible when she was just a kid too.

I'm now 41, with the same best friend, and married to another (unrelated entirely) teacher (but who knows all about what happened). He went for a job interview at a school about 50 miles from the one I went to and where I met and conducted the dodgy teacher last year and my ex was one of the Deputy Heads interviewing him!!! Husband was offered the job and turned it down, we did talk about telling the school but decided against it in the end as it felt like digging up a lot of traumatic stuff for me for no good reason, as I doubt I would be believed.

This thing happened all the time sadly and I'm just glad the world has changed now and this kind of thing is career-ending for these men. He was a scumbag aside from all of that as well; hit me more than once, was a philanderer beyond being a borderline paedophile and just was a bad man. I'd love to hear he was out of the profession, but sadly I don't think he will ever be punished for what he did to me.

I was in a “relationship” when I was 13 with a 19 year old. Pressured into having sex with, and went on to give birth to my son in complete secret as a result.
this was 17 years ago, but it wasn’t until around 5 years ago I truly seen it what it was.
I reported him to police, even though I have my son as a result, because we were both teenagers, and I eventually agreed to have sex to shut him up, the CPS decided no further action was the most appropriate result.
He did a runner when found out I was pregnant, I haven’t seen or heard from him since, and becoming a mother at 14 still affects me now.
But the fact the CPS wouldn’t follow up on it just fills me with rage

I only knew his first name so couldn’t ever find anything.

When I was 34 I was doing my masters at the top business school. I am not saying this to brag but to give context - this is one of the top rated schools and the school only accepts the top candidate. I thought my classmates would be very professional. At one of the many parties, my colleague - a married father of one with a pregnant wife, came behind me and hugged me inappropriately and whispered in my ear: “I bet you scream when you have sex”. He did this in full view of our classmates. I told him to get lost, and told the others what he said. But many said oh he was just joking. He didn’t and he made many passes very openly. At one point I had to avoid going out with the class/or have one of my male friends by me.I was then and still married to my husband who he met. This was in 2015.

Not dissimilar to mine. I've lots of stories to tell from when I was young and naive, but the one that has affected me the most was when I was also in my 40s. I was walking through a shopping centre when I became aware of an old man walking towards me and staring right at me. He was probably in his 80s, hunched over and shuffling along. His eyes were red rimmed and watery but blue and as sharp as anything. I felt really unnerved by the way he was staring at me. As he got near to me he suddenly staggered towards me with both of his hands stretched out in front of him. As he fell into me his outstretched hands grabbed my boobs. I still feel sick about it to this day, 10 years later. I wanted to scream and slap him, it was so obviously intentional. Can you imagine the response if I had slapped him and cried for help? No would have believed me over this poor fragile old man.

More than 50 years ago, I was reading modern languages, for which there was an oral examination. I was allocated the creepiest examiner, in a small room, no-one else present. Rather than a face-to-face discussion about the latest political happenings, he stood behind me, running his hands up and down my back, murmuring "Ah, comme tu es belle comme un rêve..." You have to remember that back then, a student was so fearful of being failed and having to repeat the whole year. Failure in any one part of the course meant total failure then...it was so much tougher than now. I burst into tears and couldn't think of anything to say - I was a very innocent virgin, as so many girls were back then. The power imbalance was terrifying.