Christ_empowered
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ugh. me -again- ...
ok, so I live in a modest, but comfortable, apartment. by the grace of God, my parents were able to buy it...because the units are all owned -- most by individuals, some by businesses, real estate trusts, etc. (over 200 units spread over more than 15 buildings...its something of a mini-community, I guess), they're technically considered "condominiums." ok. moving on...
i have a key. my parents have a key. the home owner's association has a key, but that's only in case of emergencies and if someone like the exterminator needs to get in and can't, stuff like that. my parents didn't go in. i was just out running errands. im not -sure- someone came in, but...
not to sound paranoid, but I"ve had suspicions, before. like when there was a dead rat in my bath tub. i don't have rats. or when my favorite pair of shoes went MIA and have not yet reappeared. little things.
this time...ok, its a basic apartment door. top lock, bottom lock. both with the same 1 key. i always lock both. the bottom lock is one of those on the knob (inside the apt.) that you can rotate upwards, to the lock position. i always rotate it up, into the lock position, before I go outside. then, i lock the top lock and lock the bottom lock (again), so I can be sure that both locks are...well, locked.
so, i come home, unlock the top lock. felt...loose? trying not to be paranoid, I tried the door, before touching the bottom lock. popped right open. and...
im creeped out, but not really super scared or anything. its a long story...ive never been well liked around here, and I was truly poor, and now....
i've had some problems with animosity, here, since i moved in. excrement (I hope it was dog) out on the front area. i mean...what to do? clean up, disinfectant spray. one night, someone was pointing a laser pointer through my peep hole, in the front door. that was...not good. not good at all.
i have a label/diagnosis of some flavor 'severe mental illness.' ok. i kinda...doubt it, honestly. im medicated, that's not the issue, its just...i doubt it. l have overheard people yelling about putting me in the state hospital, in jail, "have him committed," etc. did i mention that mental health, inc. people have a problem with me? long story....legal action, court case, deal, probation. sealed.
so, im nervous. but not crazy insane afraid. 'perfect love casteth out all fear'
i just...don't like this. and i don't know what to do. my parents could get me a Ring or whatever those camera things are, but if i ask it'll set off red flags about 'paranoia,' when...sigh...i just don't think im 110% secure, that's all.
please pray. my life is not a dramatic, horrible series of unfortunate events like back in the day (did I mention that my parents saw fit to lift me out of real poverty? yeah...that helps, tremendously), but...
kinda feeling uneasy. thanks.
ok, so I live in a modest, but comfortable, apartment. by the grace of God, my parents were able to buy it...because the units are all owned -- most by individuals, some by businesses, real estate trusts, etc. (over 200 units spread over more than 15 buildings...its something of a mini-community, I guess), they're technically considered "condominiums." ok. moving on...
i have a key. my parents have a key. the home owner's association has a key, but that's only in case of emergencies and if someone like the exterminator needs to get in and can't, stuff like that. my parents didn't go in. i was just out running errands. im not -sure- someone came in, but...
not to sound paranoid, but I"ve had suspicions, before. like when there was a dead rat in my bath tub. i don't have rats. or when my favorite pair of shoes went MIA and have not yet reappeared. little things.
this time...ok, its a basic apartment door. top lock, bottom lock. both with the same 1 key. i always lock both. the bottom lock is one of those on the knob (inside the apt.) that you can rotate upwards, to the lock position. i always rotate it up, into the lock position, before I go outside. then, i lock the top lock and lock the bottom lock (again), so I can be sure that both locks are...well, locked.
so, i come home, unlock the top lock. felt...loose? trying not to be paranoid, I tried the door, before touching the bottom lock. popped right open. and...
im creeped out, but not really super scared or anything. its a long story...ive never been well liked around here, and I was truly poor, and now....
i've had some problems with animosity, here, since i moved in. excrement (I hope it was dog) out on the front area. i mean...what to do? clean up, disinfectant spray. one night, someone was pointing a laser pointer through my peep hole, in the front door. that was...not good. not good at all.
i have a label/diagnosis of some flavor 'severe mental illness.' ok. i kinda...doubt it, honestly. im medicated, that's not the issue, its just...i doubt it. l have overheard people yelling about putting me in the state hospital, in jail, "have him committed," etc. did i mention that mental health, inc. people have a problem with me? long story....legal action, court case, deal, probation. sealed.
so, im nervous. but not crazy insane afraid. 'perfect love casteth out all fear'
i just...don't like this. and i don't know what to do. my parents could get me a Ring or whatever those camera things are, but if i ask it'll set off red flags about 'paranoia,' when...sigh...i just don't think im 110% secure, that's all.
please pray. my life is not a dramatic, horrible series of unfortunate events like back in the day (did I mention that my parents saw fit to lift me out of real poverty? yeah...that helps, tremendously), but...
kinda feeling uneasy. thanks.