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I Barely Escaped With My Life

When I was in my early 20s, I got kidnapped and dragged into an abandoned house by a very troubled combat vet fresh from Vietnam (the year was 1968). He was armed with a scalpal he'd stolen from a local hospital. He tied me up, blindfolded me and told me he was going to rape, torture and kill me.

I won't give all the details but I escaped. I got my bonds off, peeked under my blindfold, said a silent prayer for courage and fighting ability and struck him hard in the face. And the fight was on. After we'd exchanged a few blows and he had stabbed me with the scalpal under my left arm (still have the scar), I managed to hit him very hard in his mid section and he fell down and out. I was stunned and amazed that I had knocked him unconscious. I located his keys in his pocket and opened the door to the outside (the door was locked from the inside) and ran, throwing the keys back into the house. I got into my car and found my own keys in my own pocket and started my car. As I drove away, I completely lost my memory and did not know who or where I was or what had happened to make my face and arm pit bleed so much. I asked a man on the street what town I was in and he told me but the name didn't sound familiar. I drove around for about an hour until I saw a familiar looking house. I parked my car and decided to knock on the door of the house to see if anyone there knew who I was. When I got to the door, I automatically grabbed the door handle and opened the door and walked in, suddenly realizing it was MY house and I was home. My memory came back to me. I called the police.
What a story! Thankful you're alive and well and now here to share. I appreciate your posts as I usually learn something. Stay well, greenmountaingal!
Did you suffer PTSD after that?
How have you coped with the trauma?
Did it affect how you trust and treat strangers?
greenmountaingal · 70-79, F
@hartfire I was a very nervous person for the next few months but did not see a doctor (except for the initial hospital visit) or therapist. So no official diagnosis.

The episode did make me more cautious and afraid of strangers and other people. The policeman who came to take the report did not believe my story and believed my attacker was really my boyfriend and I was fighting with him. For some reason, my actual boyfriend refused to chime in and defend me. So I didn't trust anyone for a long time.

In general, it left me with the impression that I was a lot braver and tougher than I had ever imagined. My self-esteem increased. But my trust was not very strong for anyone and it damaged my relationship with my boyfriend due to his lack of support in what he basically believed was minor incident of little importance. I don't think he ever realized how damaging his lack of support was. I admired my conduct in that situation. But no one else did. And the policeman took my report but acted cynically disbelieving about it. I am still proud of my desperate but successful fight.
JoePourMan · 61-69, M
Amazing, and wonderful that you survived
SW-User
More than one close escape

 
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