Letting Srangers Into Your House

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Does this make anybody nervous? Is this an Aspie thing or am I just paranoid?
I have to get a fridge delivered and keep thinking, what if they case the joint and come back? Not like I have much to case, but it's freaky.

I don't fear being robbed (after all, you'd be able to tell the police exactly where to find them!), but I do fear judgment. I feel like I have to clean everything. I also hate the inevitable stupid things I will say and then obsess about having said all day. I also usually get a migraine from the stress.

I hate anybody coming round to my house.

It is absolutely horrendous. I had a friend who used to impose on me from time to time.

Sometimes my housing association send maintenance people round to do stuff.

I reckon it is the only thing that will tip me over the edge.

It's as though I'm having my own private space invaded.

I don't mind making myself at home in other peoples houses though.

nope,just had one in now;some bloke come to fix bathroom radiator and the guard for it,however am unaware of people unless know them,and usualy only when they interact.

staff are watching UK jeremy kyle and the topic on it is a woman asking jeremy if she shoud stay with the bloke who kicks the ever loving shite out of her.

Will not answer the door myself.
But if visitors or repair people are inside do not notice
unless they are very loud or smell really bad (to my senses).
So have been known to stroll by with no clothes on, no matter who is standing around.

I don't answer the door. The doorbell ringing or people knocking makes me really anxious.

I like people I don't know in my house. I hid in the bedroom while my boyfriend deals with it.

I understand how you feel. I NEVER allow anyone into my home unless absolutely necessary (like for a maintenance issue I cannot deal with). Not only am I worried about them trying to come back later and rob me, I worry about cleanliness. I also cannot stand having people touching or moving my things (which for someone unknown reason some people have a seemingly insatiable desire to do).

Borrow someone's dog. It'll make any bad guy think twice about coming back. Doesn't have to be a mean dog. Burglars don't like a noisy dog "alarm" around. Alternatively, have someone else there with you. It could comfort you and also give the impression of more than one person at home at all times. I hope that last sentence made sense?

If this is for delivery of an appliance I don't see any reasonable way to get around it.

Good luck!

I prefer it because it's my home ground and I know I can control it. They can't stay too long though otherwise I start to get very tired.

I hate going to someone elses house.

I don't like people coming to my house either. It makes me anxious and overwhelmed, and I'm pretty sure I'm awful at being a 'host'. If they are people I know then I think it's nice that they wanted to come, though.

I can't say that it's fear of being robbed, but it's an issue of personal space. I don't like someone entering my space without my wanting them there.

A few days ago someone rang the doorbell as I was walking down the stairs, so I'm sure they saw me run into my parents' room. I stayed in there with my cats for a little bit before I mustered up the courage to leave. They probably saw me and thought the doorbell didn't work, so they pounded on the door, which scared the bejeezus out of me. I was terrified, probably shaking. I remember talking to one of my cats about how afraid I was. I looked out the window after they left and saw them walk to their car.
Three intimidating-looking men dressed in business suits and carrying briefcases.

I was glad I didn't open the door.

I watched them get into a car across the street and stayed at the window until they left my street. They drove so sloooowly that when they came around the cul-de-sac and eased across from the front of my house, I thought they were going to stop there and run back up to the door to ring the doorbell again. As they kept driving, I had this fear that one of them would somehow see me peeking through the blinds and they would come back.