hartzofspace wrote:
I'm with Postie. I've been looking for the return desk, too. I'd like to return the PTSD. Back to sleeping at dawn, cause it's too nerve wracking laying in the dark and trying to sleep. I have a stalker problem, which I finally called the police about. They had a Victim Advocate call me, and advice me. Some of the advice is pretty obvious, but not to an Aspie. Like asking my neighbors if they knew who this guy was, anything they knew about him, etc, and if he's been bothering anyone else.
Turns out he is the village loony. Brains are fried, from substance abuse. He sometimes walks up and down the streets yelling and cursing. He has also exposed himself, according to my neighbor. She was very kind, and promised to tell her husband to keep an eye out, since I also said I'm pretty sure this person has been walking around the properties here, late at night. Someone broke into three cars and rifled through them, not taking anything. Just why he has singled me out, is a mystery. At least the police have a record of it. So, escalation of PTSD.
hartz. most likely you were/are a target of opportunity. with luck, his attention will shift elsewhere.
until then, make sure your windows and doors are locked, be careful when you open the door to go outside (make sure you know if anyone is near it) and when you are coming home make sure there's nobody near enough to force inside your house before you can get the door open and shut/locked again. if you come home and your house feels "wrong", don't go in it until you have someone with you. better to feel foolish and not walk into something bad. foolish you can always laugh about.
if you are really uncomfortable, a friend of mine once lived in a complex where there was an unknown stalker in the neighborhood and a lot of bad stuff happening, and she took to wearing a whistle on a string around her neck 24 hours a day. she told her neighbors that if they heard the whistle she was in danger. she only blew it once, and the guy ran off when she did, but she also had half the apartment complex at her front and back doors in seconds. one of those big policeman's whistles. he never bothered her again.