I'm Neurotic! But Please, No Narcotics...

I think I have a mild grade of post dramatic stress disorder.

It was last summer about this time of the year when my car got broken into the first time. It was on the street in front of my parents house...my parents house! It really hit me hard. Nothing was stolen, no harm to the car except for the window, but still, it really bothered me.

I had a severe emotional reaction not because they broke my window or tried to take my belongings, but because they had the guts to do. A car is a just a material good, but the fact that they broke into my car bothered me because it's mine, not anyone else's. Not like I really would've shared if they had asked, but it hit me really hard and bother me quite a bit that some childish person out there could come back at any moment and destroy/steal more of my property without any repercussions.

Since then, I spend over an hour forcing myself to sleep through any noise or bussle anytime my car is parked outside. The tick of a clock is enough to make my adrenaline rush unchecked through my system. My mind thinks first of the worst, then I must spend the next few minutes of quiet talking myself out of it so I don't have to go outside and take a look around. I usually believe myself just as the wind blows and the mental arguing resumes...

Thank the Lord for garages - I park my car there and sleep like a baby.