lecroute
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Friday night, at around 0:45 am, some guys kicked my front door in.
I was already in bed watching House.on Netflix, with two of my three dogs sleeping at my feet. At first I just heard banging sounds, but they were inconspicuous enough for me to think that one inconsiderate neighbor was working in his yard. Then the noises became louder, and more distinctive, and there was also the sound breaking glass. That's when I knew someone was trying to get in.
Something exploded. Or at least it sounded like it. Now there were also voices.
It took me a second or two to fully comprehend what was happening. It was like experiencing my thoughts in slow motion. I got up, grabbed whatever I could and went out of the bedroom.
From the stairs a male voice shouted: "This is a police matter, calm down!"
I saw two young guys in civilian clothes with their heads and faces fully covered. One of them had a pistol in his hand, pointed towards the floor. Strange, right?
But what was I going to with my baton against two guys, o e of them with a pistol.
"I don't care who you are," I said. Because I don't.
The first guy walks towards me,making me step back into the bedroom. "Where's the guy with the drugs?" he asks.
The second guy starts to open doors to and switching lights in the other bedroom and bathroom. When he sees there's nobody there, he joins us in my room.
Now they keep asking about the dude "who lives here." They mention drugs again, and gold.
I tell them I live alone, and that I have no idea who they are talking about. That's when another guy shouts from the first floor that there's another house further back. Now the first two want to know who lives there. Well, my neighbors, of course. And yes, they make jewelry. No idea if they are into drugs.
Realizing they broke into the wrong house, the two guys in my bedroom make their way downstairs. Then one of them gets a genius moment and tells me that even if they don't want anything from me, they can't just leave me there. I say no problem, I go with them, but they shouldn't expect any help because I have never been at the neighbors' house and only know basic stuff about them. They have a dog, two cats, and if their car isn't outside, that means they aren't there.
The neighbors' house is small, just a small living/dining room and another room which they use as a workshop. That's where we go in, and they tell me to sit on an ottoman in one corner. Then they start to ransack the place for a few minutes, at some.point even leaving me alone to search the other rooms.
Eventually, a fourth guy forces my neighbor into the workshop. Soon after they also bring in his girlfriend. My neighbor is clearly nervous and cooperative. The girl is almost crying and pleading to them not to hurt her.
They found some gold and two marihuana plants and took the neighbors' ATM card and his car keys. They bound both the neighbors's hand behind their backs. They told me to set them free in some ten or so minutes. Then the were gone.
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I was in rational mode during all this, and still am. At least regarding the incident itself. It's not the first time I see guys with guns, or people being bullied by guys with guns, and after all, nobody got really hurt (the robbers didn't even touch me, or point their gun towards me).
That doesn't mean I could just go on with my life as if nothing happened. I was diagnosed with complex PTSD and Asperger's and I am pretty good at detaching myself emotionally. But I still need to rationalize "big" events. And though I can do part of it on my own, I really felt like talking to a friend, or my brother (mom and her partner were more about asking questions and offer practical help).
My brother started to make jokes. He thought this was some kind of game. It took me almost an hour to convince him this really happened, and then he said: "Ah, but you can deal with this." Then he started an argument about how I can't give him what he needs (different story, nothing too juicy).
My self-provlaimed best friend didn't even answer to my message until one day later. And his only question was if anything serious happened to me. When I said no, but that I still feel the need to talk, his answer took another day.
My neighbors keep telling me how sorry they are, because it's obvious the robbers were after them. I understand they are scared, and that's why they moved the workshop to someone's place, and their dog, too. Now they come only once a day to feed the cats and care for their remaining marihuana plant.
Long story, and really nothing I want to ask you guys. I just had to write this down, and share it somewhere where I know possible answers won't be just "Go to the police!" "Go to a shrink!" "Don't you have other friends?" "Why aren't you married d with kids?"
If you want to leave another kind of comment, you're welcome and I will happily read and react to it.
Otherwise, thanks for reading, even if it was only the first sentence
I was already in bed watching House.on Netflix, with two of my three dogs sleeping at my feet. At first I just heard banging sounds, but they were inconspicuous enough for me to think that one inconsiderate neighbor was working in his yard. Then the noises became louder, and more distinctive, and there was also the sound breaking glass. That's when I knew someone was trying to get in.
Something exploded. Or at least it sounded like it. Now there were also voices.
It took me a second or two to fully comprehend what was happening. It was like experiencing my thoughts in slow motion. I got up, grabbed whatever I could and went out of the bedroom.
From the stairs a male voice shouted: "This is a police matter, calm down!"
I saw two young guys in civilian clothes with their heads and faces fully covered. One of them had a pistol in his hand, pointed towards the floor. Strange, right?
But what was I going to with my baton against two guys, o e of them with a pistol.
"I don't care who you are," I said. Because I don't.
The first guy walks towards me,making me step back into the bedroom. "Where's the guy with the drugs?" he asks.
The second guy starts to open doors to and switching lights in the other bedroom and bathroom. When he sees there's nobody there, he joins us in my room.
Now they keep asking about the dude "who lives here." They mention drugs again, and gold.
I tell them I live alone, and that I have no idea who they are talking about. That's when another guy shouts from the first floor that there's another house further back. Now the first two want to know who lives there. Well, my neighbors, of course. And yes, they make jewelry. No idea if they are into drugs.
Realizing they broke into the wrong house, the two guys in my bedroom make their way downstairs. Then one of them gets a genius moment and tells me that even if they don't want anything from me, they can't just leave me there. I say no problem, I go with them, but they shouldn't expect any help because I have never been at the neighbors' house and only know basic stuff about them. They have a dog, two cats, and if their car isn't outside, that means they aren't there.
The neighbors' house is small, just a small living/dining room and another room which they use as a workshop. That's where we go in, and they tell me to sit on an ottoman in one corner. Then they start to ransack the place for a few minutes, at some.point even leaving me alone to search the other rooms.
Eventually, a fourth guy forces my neighbor into the workshop. Soon after they also bring in his girlfriend. My neighbor is clearly nervous and cooperative. The girl is almost crying and pleading to them not to hurt her.
They found some gold and two marihuana plants and took the neighbors' ATM card and his car keys. They bound both the neighbors's hand behind their backs. They told me to set them free in some ten or so minutes. Then the were gone.
---
I was in rational mode during all this, and still am. At least regarding the incident itself. It's not the first time I see guys with guns, or people being bullied by guys with guns, and after all, nobody got really hurt (the robbers didn't even touch me, or point their gun towards me).
That doesn't mean I could just go on with my life as if nothing happened. I was diagnosed with complex PTSD and Asperger's and I am pretty good at detaching myself emotionally. But I still need to rationalize "big" events. And though I can do part of it on my own, I really felt like talking to a friend, or my brother (mom and her partner were more about asking questions and offer practical help).
My brother started to make jokes. He thought this was some kind of game. It took me almost an hour to convince him this really happened, and then he said: "Ah, but you can deal with this." Then he started an argument about how I can't give him what he needs (different story, nothing too juicy).
My self-provlaimed best friend didn't even answer to my message until one day later. And his only question was if anything serious happened to me. When I said no, but that I still feel the need to talk, his answer took another day.
My neighbors keep telling me how sorry they are, because it's obvious the robbers were after them. I understand they are scared, and that's why they moved the workshop to someone's place, and their dog, too. Now they come only once a day to feed the cats and care for their remaining marihuana plant.
Long story, and really nothing I want to ask you guys. I just had to write this down, and share it somewhere where I know possible answers won't be just "Go to the police!" "Go to a shrink!" "Don't you have other friends?" "Why aren't you married d with kids?"
If you want to leave another kind of comment, you're welcome and I will happily read and react to it.
Otherwise, thanks for reading, even if it was only the first sentence
