How An Attempted Robbery Changed My Perspective Of Travelling.

I wasn’t raised to be particularly fearless. I was raised to be fearful.

Fearful of walking alone. Fearful of walking at night. Fearful of going out. Fearful of people.

Not enough to cause major problems in my day to day life, but just enough, simmering away in the back of my thoughts whenever I did anything. Ever.

Sorry Mum, I am calling you and Dad out on this one. I distinctly remember when I asked to go to town with my friends, you said,

“But what if you get stabbed!”

Mumsy – you worrywart you!

Stabbed!!!

My Dad was even worse! He was low key terrified of ‘youths’ and would drive everywhere to avoid bumping into any young males. Which I didn’t understand as my Dad also thought he was some big man out on the street. Turns out he was chicken. Distilling this worry onto his kids.

So, naturally I am also met with people around me worrying for my safety when I travel. These fearful thought patterns seriously hinder any sense of adventure and curiosity one might have!

“You’ll get robbed, you’ll get attacked and kidnapped, watch out!”

Well you know what! I had two males attempt to rob me on the street. AT HOME. They tried to take my phone and money, and threatened to stab me. I told them off and was so incredibly difficult to physically rob (I don’t think they expected any sort of retaliation from me) they gave up and ran away empty handed.

And this event made me realise, Heck! I am going to get attacked (potentially) wherever I am! Meaning, don’t be AS fearful of foreign countries as other people are.

Danger is everywhere! but what makes people think they are safer at home? Yes, you know the area better and you know where not to go. But by that logic, you better stay inside where no one can get you. But then maybe you’ll trip and die on a wire at home? so?

Don’t worry I have common sense, I am not about to skip around dark alleys in an unknown country blissfully unaware of my surroundings.

But this realisation was solidified during my trip to Thailand. I was worrying about my safety in Thailand in the months leading up to actually going. When I got there however, I have never felt safer. I felt safer here than I did back in my hometown. It was amazing! I still had my wits about me but it was so freeing to not be trying to think 10 steps ahead to avoid potential danger.

Funny how negative events can have positive impacts on your perspective 🙂

Photo by Rikki Chan on Unsplash

2 Comments

  1. Lkvy

    Yep. Of all the places I’ve visited, my family seemed the least concerned about my visit to western Europe. I ended up being followed by a group of men who kept trying to talk to me (I’m deaf, so I couldn’t really say anything back, even in English) for what seemed like 10 minutes in… Belgium.

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