This all happened about 5 hours ago, I had finished work and was on my way home cycling when I went into an alleyway between two houses and a guy cut me off and and brandished a knife. I didn't realise it was real at first and it was so surreal. He told me to give him my wallet, I said I didn't have my wallet just in case people like him tried to take it from me.

I repeated this a few times until he tells me to get out of here, and I put a foot on a peddle when he reaches round and feels my back pocket and realises that I do have it, so grabs me and throws me off my bike, We start struggling against each other as he took a few knife swipes at me. I grabbed his knife arm and we just started pushing against each other. He keeps on trying to stab me and I'm screaming for help now hoping he would panic and run for it, but he keeps trying to stick the knife in me, telling me he'll stab me if I don't give him the money.

At this point I lose all my inhibitions and realise I could die, so I tried eerything I could to fight back. So I push up onto my knees and start punching him in the dick. He didn't keel over so I realise he must be high as hell to not feel that kind of pain and I didn't smell any alcohol on him. I realised that pain would not take him down, and it was all or nothing.

I lunged up and grabbed his throat with my free hand and tried to crush his windpipe. I think at that point we both realised that I was going to kill him to save my own, so he loses any restrictions he might of had through fear and pushes as hard as he could with the knife. It became a test of endurance as he cant breathe but I can't push against his arm forever. I realised I would lose my strength before him, so I let go of his throat, grabbed the blade quickly, and snapped it off of the handle. He realises this and goes straight for the top of the blade and yanks it away from me, slicing my finger open.



At this point I've got a few cuts over my hands and legs and my finger is gushing blood and he still has the blade, but the handle is on the ground. We stare at each other for about 30 seconds when I realise that £30 was not worth my life so I surrendered as I was very tired. I gave him my notes. He says 'is that all you have?!' and I say yeah, showing him the inside of my wallet, using my thumb to cover up the bottom of it as I had like £10 worth of coins in there. He was satisfied that I had nothing and said I could go.



I yelled at him, basically begging to know why he did this to me. He said it was because he had two kids, a girlfriend, lived somewhere else, and couldn't get back, and was desperate. Then he walked away as I just stood there. About a minute later a guy came by on his bike and I asked for help before collapsing. I was covered in blood and in my adrenaline thought I had been stabbed. I started panicking, but more guys came along, called the emergency services, and I got taken to hospital for knife wounds.



I'm alright now I'm back home, fingers properly bandaged up and all my other cuts were cleaned out. Gave a lengthy statement to the police. But now I'm just sitting here in a surreal way. I literally can't believe this happened to me. I have no idea how I should feel. Should I be scared? Angry? Proud that I fought back? So I decided to make a thread about this to try and sort my mind out.



Has anyone else been through something similar? How did you deal with it? What should I do?