Has anyone here ever been TRAPPED?

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I mean, TRAPPED. There was no reasonable exit in sight. I'd like to hear your stories, and I'd like to tell you mine.

I worked in an isolated Alaskan fishing lodge for 2 1/2 months one summer. I was with 5 people. As the walls closed in on us, we civilized people became extras in "Lord of the Flies" (played out at the Overlook Hotel). It was classic cabin fever.

There wasn't access to a phone until you were an hour away by boat. An hour & a half brought you to Ketchikan. No TV, no news. We had only each other.I'd volunteered to do this because my ex's pal had gone crazy working there and my ex and I were still friends.

I heard the alarms after only 2 days. Everyone else was vociferously describing how lucky we were to be in "God's Country". Describing the bay we were looking at. Yakking about how beautiful it was, ad nauseum. Once in a big fat blue moon I'll appreciate something in silence, and that's when suspicious eyes turned on me. Did I mention my boss, "Grace", was my ex's mother? She began authoring such statements as, "Oh, I don't think SHE likes it here." or, "What's wrong? You don't look happy." I wasn't PISSED, for fuck's sake, but
sometimes a woman likes to stop smiling for everybody once in a while. It fucking wears you out. And I didn't laugh for the months I was there. Not once. When I came back to NC and laughed, it was a creaky noise.

I was baker, sou-chef, bartender, launderer, maid, hostess, fish cutter-and-gutter, waitress, wood-gatherer, water-purifier, and generator-checker. Grace and I had been family before that trip, but she turned on me. She hated me the whole time in AK. She started drinking every day at 10 am and would see three of me by noon, which leads me to believe she'd had enough. She'd clean up after my cleaning of the kitchen. I was inadequate in every way. 2 1/2 months of being in the company of people who had decided I was a troublemaker but they were stuck with me. I had no one to talk to, and I was kept out of the "info loop", which means, "need-to-know-basis" according to my ex.

People started turning on each other, and loyalty was a tenuous thing disguised as safety.

When I got back to NC, I actually kissed the ground before running up to Dad and giving him a big hug.

I want to hear your stories of being trapped. Whatever the circumstance, if you felt trapped, I'd like you to post it. Thank you. You all are the greatest.