How awful and scary and paranoid inducing.
The group that attacked him are not humans. They are the lowest forms of life on this planet.
Those bastard scum have taken away your freedom and peace of mind.
I hope you both can move past this event, but right now, be outraged.
In the late 80s in Orlando, we had a rummage sale going.
3 college-age guys get out of the car, & I know something is wrong.
I dash inside & hollor for my brother Andy & his 4 friends to “Come quick! Trouble! Bring weapons!”
I go back outside to guard the sale, & these bozos come circling in o9n me. One of them had picked up a hammer from the table, another had a bat. Body language spoke clearly–they were gonna stomp me.
My brother & his friends, armed with a sheath knife, a trench knife, a bat & a home-made mace showed up just in time.
The swine take a look at 6 to 3 odds, weigh the weapons advantage, & leave.
My brother & all his friend came with me as we went to their car, & told them not to come back.
They said–“We won’t”.
Jackals.
(The “nd” in nd_n8 stands for Indy, Nap-town, the Circle City et. al.)
When I was growing up in the 70’s and 80’s this did not seem like too bad of a town. Toward the end of the 80’s I started seeing more and more trouble (probably because being old enough to notice, I did). I still work here but I have not lived here since the house I was renting off of West Washington St. was shot up in a random drive by (about 1998).
I wish you and your IndyHubby all the best and I hope he gets feeling better soon.
Yes, he said he really thought they were going to kill him. And he said it felt like it went on for 5-6 min.
I don’t know if she’s well-trained so much as she’s a scaredy-cat. We didn’t hire her for her defense skills, although my husband was a little pissed at her for not doing anything at all. There’s a blur in the action when it comes to the dog, because my husband said he didn’t let go of the leash, but the dog didn’t get hurt that we know of. I would say it’s very possible that she got kicked, at least. But she seems ok.
Well, I think it was two guys working in a garage across the street. The man who lives in the house they were working on gave us their number, but they haven’t called us back yet. We think maybe they did call 911, because the cop had mentioned something about getting another call about these same guys. He didn’t specify. It would be great if they saw enough to give details, but I’m thinking if they did they’d have already reported them.
I really hope you are right about that. I have been worried to death about him because his pain has been out-of-control since this happened.
They did call the ambulance, but we declined because there were no severe injuries and ambulance rides are very expensive and often not covered by insurance. As for the hospital not admitting him, they must have thought he was ok, plus he really wanted to come home.
It was the only thing I could think to do, and I had to DO something. You know?
Thanks to everyone for the well wishes. I’m sure he will be ok, but I think it will be a long road until he feels “normal” again mentally. My best friend was attacked several years ago and she’s talked about how long it took for her to feel safe again, and that she really will never feel as safe as before she was attacked. Her attacker was never caught either, which I think makes it worse.
Anyway, I just hope my husband’s pain lets up soon. He is in misery right now. 
I feel so badly for you and of course your poor hubby.
I think something like this is a little worse for men than women. Most learn from an early age to be hyper-aware of our situations and the possible “dangers”.
Men don’t seem to get the same conditioning and I think it throws them a little harder. Just my thoughts.
I am going to third (or fourth) the suggestion to get some couselling, PTSD sucks and the longer it goes untreated the harder it can be to treat - not that your husband will for sure develop anything.
Ivylad’s been jumped twice. The first one was in San Diego, he had an armful of groceries, and some guys tried to muscle their way in while he was going into the (keycard) apartment door. They smashed a beer bottle across his face and he’s got a scar under his eye.
The second time was in South Carolina. He was returning home and got jumped in our driveway as he was getting out of the car. They beat him up pretty badly and he was in the hospital for a few days.
In neither instance were the scumbags caught.
For him, the hardest thing was the blow to his masculinity. He was always a very physical person before his job injury, into weight lifting and not afraid of a fight. It took him a long time to get his “testosterone” back, if you know what I mean. He felt he should have been able to defend himself, to at least fight back. In both cases, for whatever reason, he wasn’t able to.
So, as long as you are helping your husband recover physically, help him recover mentally as well.
Damn. My sympathy for your husband and you–I hope he recovers quickly.
My condolences to both Indygirl and **Ivylass’s ** husbands. Please, get some professional help, don’t give the bastard’s a chance to torment you and your husband’s head for months and years to come.
And for some virtual visceral wishful thinking, I hope the cops catch the soulless scum and they get sent away for a 5-to-10 year pound-you-in-the-ass-every-day-bitch state pen. :mad:
Aw, Indygrrl, I’m so sorry. WTF is wrong with people, anyway? My best healing wishes to your husband. My concussion was over 40 years ago and I still remember that pain.
I hope they catch the bastards.
*Best wishes and scritches to the poor doggie, too. She might not’ve been much help, but I bet she was terrified.
Oops, I meant Indygrrl :smack:
The difference between the two countries being that concealed-carry permits are not all that difficult to come by, and people here tend to be more violent and vigilante-like. As a nation, we seem to have become much more aggressive and retaliatory over the last 10 years or so. A trend of random beatings is very likely to end up with one or more persons dead, and not necessarily the guilty parties.
I’m pretty sure that wannabe gangster thugs wouldn’t characterize beating someone’s ass as “happy slapping.” It doesn’t sound nearly tough enough.
I saw an episode of CSI recently where there were groups of teenagers roaming around Vegas beating up random tourists. They called if “fanny smacking” (because tourists wear fanny-packs).
Loller, that’s f’n silly. Obviously I don’t find it funny, but you have to laugh a little to get through this kind of thing.
My husband hung out on the couch for a few hours this evening and it was good to have him talking and eating and such. He got tired pretty fast though, and headed back to bed. I really hope he will recover soon, but I know it will take time. He’s worried about missing work, and I told him not to worry about finances and such because I can take care of everything. I missed worked yesterday and toinght because I needed to stay home with him. I hate to do that, but taking care of my husband is more important.
Wrong.
My dogs are as calm as can be. They are incredibly friendly, and deal with my son (8) and my daughter (18 mos) with impeccable gentility and patience, and even our lil kitty. They are Labs and one Golden (I have five dogs total).
That being said, if anyone is attacking me, or playing as if they were, they will be mauled. Literally. If I come up to the house with a new jacket with a hood, they will growl, then bark, then bite. If I flip off the hood, they will stop, as they recognize me. They will not do this to a visitor, as they will look to me first to make sure I am okay with the individual. I did not train them to do this, they do this of their own accord. You would be surprised to know what your gentile dog would do if given provocation. Call your dog, say the dogs name, and say help. I know at least four out of my five dogs will make them regret their actions.
I am so sorry about your husband. Next time someone asks something like that, he should gauge his response depending on the individuals asking. That, and having a backup weapon is always handy. I always have a knife. I used to have a CWP/CCP, but having small curious kids in the house made me change that decision. I always have my Leatherman, even when wearing shorts, and also a Spyderco / Gerber clip knife on me. I never assume someone will attack me, but – Be Prepared. This does not necessarily refer to an assault. I use my knives for countless things – most recently to cut my seatbelt while hanging upside down after flipping my truck on an icy road.
My son will carry a knife when he is allowed. When I was a kid, you could bring knives to school (I am 33). When my father was a kid (he is 72) you could bring your gun to school, buy bullets from the principal, and shoot in the target range behind the school. He was a member of his school’s rifle club, and had a letterman’s jackt for it. Boy, how times change.
Oh, and BTW, I have been in these situations (minus dog) before. Easiest way to avoid contact is to ignore them. Either they will reconsider, or they will follow you, and if they choose to follow, you can pick the area and set the situation as much as possible to your benefit. Like walking towards the house where the individuals were working. Worst case, you have other people to assist if things go wrong. Of course, it depends on where you live / walk, so YMMV. But tell hubby not to beat himself up about it (no pun intended). As much as it sucks, he’s okay (minus the headaches) and will be more the wiser in the future. There’s no sense tearing yourself apart over something you no longer have control over. Again, tell hubby I’m sorry this happened. I don’t care where you live, the fact is, it can happen to anyone, anywhere.
Oh, and if the situation is reversed, and the other individual has a dog that they let loose on you, the easiest ans fastest way to incapacitate the dog is to punch it – hard – on the front of it’s nose. While this will hurt the dog (temporarily), it will temporarily incapacitate it, and allow you a window of escape if the assailant counted on the dog doing the dirty work.
I only had to do this once when I was an animal control officer. Mostly I just dealt with whiny neighbors about dogs pooping on their lawn, or rabid raccoons. And the occasional loose horse (those were always fun).
Indygrrl glad to hear the Mr. is doing better. I’m so sorry that happened. It sounds a bit to me like a gang initiation, and your husband was the unfortunate target. Often, the so-called “random” stuff like this has a reason, even if it’s unknown to you, there probably IS a reason, even if it’s not a good one.
I do hope they catch the shitbags, though, and do unspeakable things to them with plungers.
I agree wholeheartedly with SSGT Schwartz Get into the event before the event gets into his head…and yours.
And, I know Indiana is a CCW state, but in case you or Mr. aren’t gun people, might I suggest…
Good luck.
One wonders if the attackers were fans of Inspector Clouseau.
I hope these bastards are caught and become some bigger thug’s playthings in jail. Best wishes to your husband (and you).