Asklemmy

Well, I was afraid that I could do nothing to quell a home invasion, which not only was my area having an uptick in but my best friend's house (and the friend) fell victim to, pistol whipped him and everything we had to glue his scalp back together.

Then I bought a gun. I already knew how to use them because "Uncle," so I didn't have to learn how, which was a plus, just had to learn the laws and practice technique. Now I'm not so scared of home invasions, I can defend myself against them, and I've since moved out of the hood which was another huge bonus, but they still happen here too.

Luckily so far the only time I ever did have to use it I was in a walmart parking lot, not home, and the guy with a knife pointed at us turned and left when he saw me grab it, not a shot fired thank "Bob."

Real answer, in college the apartment I was living in was broken into by a neighbor and attacked my roommate. When I heard noise coming from his room I went to go check on him and the attacker turned on me and started to attack me. My injuries were far less severe from my roommate’s. Ever since then I can’t fall asleep unless I check all the doors to make sure they are locked even if I know it’s locked I’ll double check it before laying down for the night. At times when I’m alone in the house I can still get to sleep but it’s a restless sleep because of how uneasy I feel about being alone in a house at night. That shit sucks to never feel fully safe in your own home.

The Wet Bandits

Maybe not a genuine fear but as a kid when I imagined what might be lurking in the dark it was aliens. On a farm out in the country, in the house at night with curtains open you'd just see darkness outside and the starry sky. Sometimes I'd see that green reflective glow of animal eyes in the dark or something moving out in the fields. Walking through the farm at night the space beyond the doors of the big shed loomed dark and ominous. Who's to say there aren't watchful eyes of intelligent creatures, curious and malicious, ready to grab you at any moment.

I'm alone so infrequently I usually enjoy it. But I have anxiety so if I'm having a panic attack, all worries are on the table and mostly center around "but what if my husband or sister just never come back???"

I can't believe no one said the things under the bed, or the things looking in through the window. On the rare occasion that I'm home alone I still jump several feet to get into bed. Yes I'm too old for this but it's the truth.

All the biking I’m not doing. If no one is home, my obligations are fewer so I should go for a bike ride.

Not that I’m actually scared to be alone, but my biggest concern is home invasion.

Humans. The only thing I'm scared of in this life are other humans.

I’m afraid that someone will break into my house. It’s a completely irrational fear but that knowledge has never helped me. I panic from each weird sound I hear when I’m alone while if someone else is in the house I don’t worry and just assume the sound comes from them. I barely have any expensive items so I’m mostly just scared of the possibility of a physical confrontation. I think I developed this fear from watching too many detective shows as a child.

Nothing. I like to be home alone.

But of course I like it even better if my partner is here with me.

That I'll get food lodged in my throat and my survival will be determined by how well I can thrust myself onto the back side of a chair before I pass out. A tough ask when you're short.