Have You Been Assaulted?

[45/70]

Ever been mugged? Assaulted? Attacked? Military combat situations don't count. Technically, if you picked a fight in a bar and got thumped that doesn't count either.

What we're asking here -- You're minding your own business and someone assaults you, mugs, robs, attacks. You weren't looking for trouble. Has that happened to you? Or to someone you know?

 

[thexrayboy]

I have had more than one occasion OTJ in ER where patients have been physically agressive. Generally those of us with a lot of experience can pick out the potential troublemakers and try to insure that no employee is ever alone with that type. On one occasion I had a psychotic patient, on a back board, in a collar take offense to me attempting to examine her. I was standing at the head of the guerney when she raised her feet up towards her head and attempted to kick me in the face. She did this in the presence of a state trooper. We both immediately jumped on her and took her down. After the officer called for another trooper the person was handcuffed, as they were attempting to take her away she head butted one of the officers and tried to kick the other. Needless to say she got a thorough pranging from the local judge. LEO tends to look down on those who assault healthcare workers, they know they may need us without warning in the future.

 

[Phyphor]

Survived a home invasion...

at my aunt's house, two guys threatened to kill everyone if they didn't get what they wanted.

 

[Travis Lee]

Yup.

Gang of 4: 4x4 over my head.

Gang of 12, equipped with 2x4s: Escaped.

single attacker: 5 hard face punches, $30K of surgery.

three attackers: attempted beat down of myself and roomate, 20 ft from my front door.

That same roomate survived an attempted assassination on street in front of his house with a .40 pistol, two years ago.

More disturbing than these events, themselves, is being challenged about my "justifying experience" for being armed these days, by some folks, and then being accused of being a liar.

Most people who don't carry cannot REALLY believe that deadly attacks happen unless you "brought it on yourself".

--Travis--

 

[collateral]

In other threads I've talked about my involvement in the local hardcore punk scene. This involves going to shows in detroit, toledo, etc. There is a lot of senseless violence involved in the hardcore punk scene these days. A lot of people have mobbed up into what are called "crews."
Crews are essentially gangs, minus the territory. Any number of crews could be present at any show.
Generally, the vast majority of people who start or are involved with crews are just doing it to try to look cool. Most crews wont take part in any violence or anything of the sort, its just a bragging right, a group of friends who want to look tough.
That isnt always the case with some crews. If one member is attacked, they will band together and you could have 20 or more guys aging from teens to twenties jumping one or two people.
Some groups will jump people at random, for how they look, how they behave at shows, etc.

I have been jumped before by several different groups, whether or not they were "crews," they were organized and had done this type of stuff before.
I have been fortunate to always have friends who will stand by me and fight so I havent been seriously hurt, just lumps and bruises. But I know a lot of other people who arent so lucky.

I both love and hate the hardcore punk community. I love it because the message and sound of the music appeals to me, and I hate it because so many people involved with it are so intolerant and instigate senseless violence.

When I was in adrian michigan I got jumped by 7 illegal migrant workers. That was the worst beating Ive ever taken and the worst situation Ive ever been in. They took my shoes and that was about it. I fought as hard as I could, but there were too many of them. I train muy thai so I do have a hand to hand background.
The day I turn 21 I will be going to get my Conceal and Carry. I will not allow myself to be a victim.

 

[vis-à-vis]

No. Was followed in Cleveland a few years ago. I know I was being followed because I randomly crossed the street and he followed. This was for 3 blocks. I was able to make it to the Square by the Hyatt and he turned away. Ohio's CC law was not passed yet (wasn't old enough anyways) and I definitely felt in danger.

 

[strambo]

Last option for me. I've had lots of practice with my verbal judo, have yet to run into a person (or persons) who just wanted to attack me no matter what.

 

[SAG0282]

Robbed a few times with my brother in our very rough Tacoma neighborhood, and was robbed at gunpoint as a pizza driver when I was 19.

 

[Cosmoline]

The edge is a lot closer than folks realize. I've been close enough to spit over it few times. Never had to jump off, thankfully.

 

[WeedWhacker]

Once vs three guys, one twice as big as myself held a baseball bat (but thankfully refrained from using it). Took two punches to the mouth, required a root canal years later.

Another when trying to de-escalate a fight between a friend and some random punk, took a kick to the head apparently as all I can remember is turning to talk to/distract my friend, then picking myself up from the ground, grabbing my glasses, only to see said punk rapidly fleeing the scene.

I was also burgled - lots a computer and a lot of irreplaceable data since I was too dumb to make current backups.

All times were before I was legally allowed to carry.

 

[ms.k]

I shared my story back in December on CCW on a thread almost like this one. I'll have to find it later and post it.

 

[Working Man]

The only one I consider to be of any real note happened many years ago.
It fits the criteria of being "Assaulted" not just an average brawl.

Summer before freshman year in high school I had just turned or was about to
turn 14. Jumped from behind while crossing a large empty lot between a pizza
joint and a Dollar movie theater. With me was my sister, a good friend and his
gf and another friend.

Long story short the local "gang" did not like me or my appearance or my
boots or wanted liberties with my sister or hated the fact that I smoked or
whatever and decided to see if they could put the spur of a metal walking
cane through my head.

So a rather large fellow (we later found out was 18) ran up behind me and
with a swing and a hit gouged a hole through my flesh down to my skull on
the side of my head. Needless to say I was not happy. I honestly thought I
had just been punched till I turned around and saw the guy and his 7 or 8
buddies there. The cane was plain to see as he reared it up to hit me again
but hesitated. Oh and by the way some of his friends had already started to
run off. I suspect they were not expecting me to remain standing let alone
turn around.

So taking advantage of his hesitation I drew my knife. It was a large, mirror
polished, World thrower. The light hit it just right and the rest scattered yelling
"Gun gun, he has a gun". All left except the guy that hit me... he kinda froze..

A few seconds later he ran... lets just say he won't forget me and I won't forget
him.... I think he needed more stitches than me (I got 3 or 4 internal and 5
external). It was kinda interesting to see my own skull in the mirror when I
was getting cleaned up in the movie theater bathroom.

I was once working in the back room of an Academy when it was robbed at
gunpoint and did not even know it until after it was over. That one still makes
me chuckle a little.

 

[ms.k]

Well I've been debating whether I wanted to share my whole story. Pride would keep me from it, but if I could help any other women, out there, then it's worth it.

Some friends had been riding me for awhile how I never go out any more since I met my b/f(x now) how I'd blown them off etc. For a week they were planning on a 'girls night out'. The plan was to go out to eat and to a club. I was all for the out to eat part, but the club scene just didn't do it for me anymore like it used to. I'd rather be watching a movie with my b/f or playing games. I wasn't going to tell them that until the last minute becuz I didn't want them hounding me,pressuring me etc. So fri afternoon I call my b/f on the cell phone, and we got into an argument...can't even remember what we argued over, he was just very snappy) I reminded him that I was going out, and he was like whatever. I told him I wouldn't go out if he didn't want me too. He cont'd to get an attitude, so I just hung up the phone. What I didn't know at the time, is that he had a bad day and I was just the 'safest' person to take it out on. I can be stubborn and vindictive at times(yes I have faults lol) So I just made up in my mind that since he had a tude, that It would be an all nighter for my friends and I. There was 6 of us total, so we ended up taking two cars, and the plan was to have two designated drivers, myself being one of them.

Up here, the clubs don't really take off till about 10:30-11 so we went out to eat and walked the mall to waste some time. When we got there it was surprisingly packed. Parking lot was full, so I had to park, about 1/4 of a mile away from the club, on a side street. Got in, met up with some more friends we knew that we didn't know were going to be there. About an hour 1/2 into I was getting bored, getting a headache from all the smoke and started to miss my b/f. So I step out to call him on my cell. We make up, and he says he wants me to come over, if that's ok with me, and I don't have to drive any of my friends home. Go back in and tell them that I'm leaving and ask if everyone has a ride home, and they all said it was fine. Earlier there was a guy that I was dancing with. He had ask me to dance a couple songs, but he wasn't overtly flirty or anything. He asked me what I did and that's about it. I kind of put off a vibe that I didn't want anything more than a dance, and I assumed he caught on. When I was leaving(not outside the club yet) He was actually walking in front of me on the way out as well. He looked back, saw me, and asked if I was heading out. I said yes, and he said, well let me walk you to your car. I said no that's ok, I'll be fine.

He said, well just let me walk you because there's a lot of weirdos out there. When he said that, I thought, yea he's right. Some people say right before something bad happens that they just have this 'feeling' that something was wrong. Well I didn't have that. I was just focused on getting to my b/f place and hanging out with him. Get to my car, say our goodbyes..as soon as I open my car door, he's on me, pushing me into my car. He was trying to get me to the back, and I fought hard, but the harder I fought the more violent he became. I tried to talk him down, "someones going to see you", t"he cops patrol here regularly you know". At one point he punched me, I felt like I was blacking out..and in fact part of me WANTED to pass out becuz I didn't want to feel ANYTHING. He said we can make this hard or we can make this easy. Then it all started to sink in, I thought I could here ppl walking by,of course all I could see was the ceiling... so I yelled, then he hit me again, and said if I made any more noise he'd break my neck. I don't know about anyone else but that is equivalent to someone putting a gun to your head. The way his hands were positioned on my head, he could have easily done it. At that point nothing I was doing was working, I knew I couldn't overpower him, so I just stopped resisting. When he was finished he took off. I was in shock, and just balled..don't even know how long. Finally snapped out of it, locked the doors, but couldn't find my keys. I was afraid to open the door thinking he was still there, or would come back in. They ended up falling on the ground outside the car.

I went home threw the clothes away, showered and took a bunch of sleeping pills which thankfully they didn't kill me. It took me 2weeks to tell my boyfriend. When he and my friends asked about the bruises, I just told them I got jumped by a big chick walking out in the parking lot... who thought I was messing around with her man. Right now we are not together. We broke up about a month ago, and I have to say it was 100% because of the rape, the stress, the blame games..he blamed himself for being a prick that day, and not coming with me..I blamed myself for being so stupid as to walk to my car alone. The dynamics just totally changed between us afterwards. That's the part I hate the most, not only did the jerk who raped me take away part of me, he took away my b/f. We still talk, and are friends, but I just wish things could be the way they were again.

I know what I shared is pretty raw, but that's the reality of rape. They don't show the ugly aftermath, they don't show being scared to death of taking an HIV test, they don't show you the panick attacks. All they show is that the cops found the big bad guy and arrested him, and the girl lives happily ever after. Well that's NOT reality!

So if any women are out there reading please ALWAYS be aware of your surroundings, take your gun WITH you everywhere, especially if you are going out to a bar or club,party, etc. You don't know how many times I said, what if I had my gun, or re-played it over and over again in my head.

Men drill it into your SO'S to trust no one, and to always be alert.This guy came across as the PERFECT gentlemen!! It can happen to anyone. It won't only affect them, it will affect you as well.
The triggers come out of no wehere. If I hear a song they played that night, I can't handle it. I haven't worn a skirt since the incident. I can list so many things that are triggers, or things that are just not normal, but I'm sure you get the gist of it all.

 

[Len]

Similar experiences to thexrayboy...I don't even count the number of fights I've been in in the ER days! BTW, had guns and knives pulled on me by patients, been punched, kicked, assaulted with scalpels, needles...all unsuccessful.

One guy, a police prisoner was trying to cut himself out of restraints with his knife...the LEO was so mad he'd missed the knife, that when he saw the guy trying to swipe at me through the glass two way mirror, he busted in and filled the guys nostrils with pepper spray. Unfortunately, I was still in the small enclosed room with him!

But, after a long night shift, it was an attempted carjacking at knife point in a 24 hour grocery store parking lot that changed me from a gun owner to a concealed carry license holder. [Funny thing is, I knew the guy was up to no good, and was ready for the attempt...] Quick feet did their duty! The astounding thing is that he was going after an old, old, rusty P/U truck!

I decided than and there that I would never let anyone put my life in jeopardy just because they wanted some of my stuff!

 

[03Shadowbob]

Happened to me on more than one occassion.
Mom has been mugged.
Friend was mugged just the other day at a well-known mall here in town. She was carrying a very expensive purse and was targetted more than likely because of that.

 

[jeepmor]

I have no personal story of my own. But I have family members, close friends and acquaintances who have experienced these horrors. A gun in their hand would have evened the field.

Thankfully my dogs have thwarted two confirmed prowlers who were trying to break in while we were asleep. They kept me from having to jump off that edge, twice.

 

[Byron Quick]

Seven friends and relatives murdered since 1982.

I've been assaulted.

Had an assault cease when my assailant realized I was drawing a handgun. He ceased his assault, I ceased my defense.

Had a couple of tense events where I was able to walk away with my hand on my pistol grip...still in the holster...with that position concealed from the participants by my torso.

 

[Eyesac]

+1 Aunt and Uncle got home invaded...

I've been slugged out of the blue before about 10yrs ago by a punk kid.. nothing too bad.

But my Aunt and Uncle's home was invaded, my uncle barely made it. They beat him with a trophy and rolled him up in a rug, they thought he was dead. Funny thing is, it's in a little extremely liberal town in CA and the local newspaper didn't even report it as an robbery/attempted murder/home invasion, just a burglary. To much for the public to hear I guess.

Still kinda pissed about that, nicest people you'll ever meet.

 

[ZeSpectre]

Former law enforcement so I've had a few things happen.

The worst one though was when a previous bust caught up with me when I was off duty and out with my girl. I got stabbed in the arm and scraped up some, he got a broken arm, a boatload of bruises, and lost a few teeth.

Really glad that fear quickly gave way to a controled anger and that I was able to focus that anger to a useful purpose. 'nuff said on that.

(wow, just typing this gave me a serious emotional flashback and this event happened YEARS ago).

 

[Cosmoline]

One point worth remembering in these threads is the seriousness of getting "merely punched." It can lead to enormous problems and huge medical and dental bills, and it can kill you. It's not the clean manly thing shown on TV. Don't underestimate the damage it can do.

 

[Biker]

I've puched a lot of folks and been punched. I've seen men punched in and out of the ring, in gravel parking lots and barrooms. Fat lips, black eyes, busted ribs, a few chicklets dislodged but no deaths from punching.
In idaho, if you shoot a man because you were afraid of getting punched, assuming there weren't extenuating circumstances such as health problems or clear disparity of force issues, the jury will hang you out to dry.

Biker

 

[ZeSpectre]

Cosmoline - One point worth remembering in these threads is the seriousness of getting "merely punched." It can lead to enormous problems and huge medical and dental bills, and it can kill you. It's not the clean manly thing shown on TV. Don't underestimate the damage it can do.

Biker - I've puched a lot of folks and been punched. I've seen men punched in and out of the ring, in gravel parking lots and barrooms. Fat lips, black eyes, busted ribs, a few chicklets dislodged but no deaths from punching.
In idaho, if you shoot a man because you were afraid of getting punched, assuming there weren't extenuating circumstances such as health problems or clear disparity of force issues, the jury will hang you out to dry.

I've got to side with Cosmoline on this one. As I posted in another thread I have twice had the misfortune to see someone beaten to death. One was a one-shot deal -pow- and the victim went down for good. The other was one hit that laid the guy out and then the aggressor proceeded to kick him until we could stop it. The victim died on the way to the hospital never having regained consciousness.

 

[BADUNAME13]

Ether de-escelated, or displayed (Firearm) to resolve the situation.
Havn't had to shoot other than in Iraq.

 

[SuperNaut]

I've been playing bars in rock bands since I was 15: So yeah, I've been assaulter and assaultee.

I've lived in Chicago, L.A., Hayward, and Gallup, but I got mugged in Salt Lake City; well, attempted mugging. In '90 I got grabbed in the alley behind my loft on Broadway and Main, three guys. I was unloading from a gig at about 2:00 in the morning. Fortunately I had a mic stand; the stand base in my left and the stand shaft in my right. The first guy grabbed my left arm and threw me into the wall. I was able to spin around and hit the wall back first with my right hand holding the stand shaft in front of me. I back-handed that guy under the chin with the mic stand shaft and he went down. I threw the base at the next guy and then bent the shaft of the stand over the last guys head. I ran my ass off to the end of the alley and into the street. I kept running for about 3 blocks until I calmed down and felt like they weren't behind me.

When I finally got enough nerve to go back I first went to my loft and got a baseball bat and flash light (wishing for a gun instead) then went back into the alley. The muggers were long gone, except for blood. My car was wide open with all my gear still in it, just like I left it.

Luck and only luck kept me from getting my ass beat and robbed. At the time I'd half-heartedly taken some Karate classes but club-fu and run-fu are what saved the day. I couldn't afford a hand gun at the time, but I should've had my knife.

 

[CannibalCrowley]

The first time:

8th grade
I was home babysitting my younger brothers when I heard a noise in the kitchen. I went to check it out thinking that one of my brothers was in there getting himself in trouble. Instead I saw a guy fumbling through the curtains because he had just broken in through our slider.

I grabbed the closest thing at hand which happened to be a chef's knife on the counter and yelled as I charged him. He ran and I continued after him until the end of our deck. Afterwards I called the police and they documented everything.

It turned out that he was a teen who lived a few houses down. The police didn't have to hunt for him long because he told his parents an altered version of the story and they tried to have me prosecuted. He ended up confessing when I went in front of a magistrate for the charges and he was there as the "victim".