aka: Burglary of your home, Car break-in, Your bedroom getting searched by someone (Parents/Roomates/Housemates/ or even Burglars), Your Backpack, Personal Electronics/Phone/Computer/etc getting searched, etc. (Including any seaches by law enforcrment / security)
Basically, anything that can be considered “personal space”.
Why I ask?
Well… My parent’s car has signs of being searched through last night, I think they forgot to close the windows all the way, and some random thief got in and looking for valuables, nothing of value wa taken, but stuff were all over the car, now I hate the idea of getting into that car again (someone might’ve slept inside the car, blegh 😖). That car feels so “tainted” now.
Like this cant be only my feeling right? Like, you just feel disgusted after someone touch your things against your will (especially if they are strangers).
My family’s home was robbed multiple times when I was a kid. It was not a good feeling. I lost bikes, my first computer, and my general sense of security. There was a drug den around the corner, and homes all over the neighborhood were getting hit by people who were living there.
It was probably one of the factors that led to my lifelong lack of interest in trying recreational drugs.
I was partying at a friend’s house, that night I slept in the back of my van. I must have forgotten to lock up when I got in, because I woke up to the sound of the front door- closing. I slammed straight from deep, morning after sleep to a massive adrenaline surge of fight-or-flight. I distinctly remember coming up with more than one plan almost instantly- There was a curtain between the front and back, so I couldn’t see the intruder, and they couldn’t see me. I didn’t know if they had heard me wake up, so my first plan was to get the jump on them by bursting out of the curtain throwing fists. The second was to stay quiet, wait until they turned the engine on, then use that distraction to sneak up and choke hold them against the headrest. The third plan was to immediately scream like fuck and hope they bailed. In that half a breath of time, I had a bunch of plans made. But I distinctly remember being totally frozen and unable to move at all, like a stiff, useless dishrag. I eventually realised that there was no-one in the car, and stuck my head through the curtain. In the dawn’s light I could see some random drunkard staggering down the road, leaning against cars for support. He must have noticed mine was unlocked, and his drunken curiosity led him to open the door. Thankfully, he must have had a moment of clarity and just walked away instead of trying to drive off using the keys that stupid past me just left sitting in the front seat. I’m also super grateful to his moment of sobriety for the decision to not take my wallet, which was also just laid out for anyone to grab.
So yeah, minor compared to other real violations, but it certainly had an effect on me.
My car has been broken into twice now over the last couple years, I’ve lived in different places but have a pretty nice car so I imagine it might attract some folks. I basically don’t keep anything in my car so there was nothing to find, but it’s always really upsetting to know. Especially the second time, when the contents of the glovebox were strewn everywhere. I kept only bare minimum paperwork, and a bunch of spare napkins and straws in there.
Someone broke into my house through a window and stole nothing, left through the front door… I still wonder what happened there.
Thief had a change of heart after seeing that you were even poorer than the theif? 😅
Haha possibly!
We just moved into the house so the theory is that someone was trying to do them dirty, got inside and realised that someone else lived there now so they bailed.
Or they got inside and put my toothbrush up their asshole and left.
So… Have you replaced your toothbrush yet?
My house was broken into last Christmas, just about a year ago exactly. I understand what you mean, it feels like a violation of your space in the most personal way, even when you weren’t there to witness the deed. It sucks. All we can do is pick up the pieces though- give the car interior a good clean, maybe a long with some of the things rummaged through. Also think about what you can do to prevent the situation going forward- not to victim blame at all, but there are usually concrete things that one can do to protect against stuff like that. For example, making extra sure to lock all doors/windows and leaving the car in a well-lit area.
I’m sorry that happened to y’all, but take comfort in the fact that you are not alone in your experience.
I had my car searched at school after the drug dogs hit on the Claritin D in my front seat. I was more pissed than anything (partly because they picked flakes of “weed” out of my floorboards with tweezers and sent me to alternative school for 19 weeks).
Drug dogs are total bullshit, too. They’re just theatre to let cops search wherever they want.
It wasn’t even a cop, it was a private company. I knew there wasn’t weed in the car because I had moved it into my room that morning.
Impossible sir. The weed is in Johnson’s underpants.
Lmao
Wow, same thing happened to me 20 years ago in Texas. I was suspended for a seed they found in the ashtray.
They were making an example of me, even though the school handbook (which is what they legally have to follow) said the max was 6 weeks. I couldn’t go to my senior prom because it would have been criminal trespassing.
The best part is that we were appealing the decision, and right before our school board meeting my mom got a call saying that if we didn’t stop appealing, the flakes of weed would turn into 2oz (felony).
Oh, I forgot. The husband of the wife who made the threat, who was one of the school board members and hated me, was the person who’s hand I had to shake to get my diploma. (they also tried to prevent me from walking)
But yeah, gotta love small town texas.
Reminds me of this local legend: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H66WuRtzI0M&t=25
He quotes Home Improvements (which was pretty succesful show here for some reason) saying “I don’t think so Tim”. That teacher was apparently huge asshole.
Had a landlord that I discovered had been in my apartment without letting me know. Luckily, tenants have quite good legal protections where I’m from. Among other things, we can have the lock changed by a locksmith and bill the landlord for it if they’ve done just that. So I sent them an email with the contact info for a local locksmith, along with the legal text saying I could do just that, and let them know they had burned through any goodwill with their first infraction (which I documented). They apologised and didn’t do it again.
Lol that landlord is an idiot. If they had a more aggressive tenant, the tenants could’ve just claim they are missing items and blame the landlord for it, or if they are at home at the time, even use lethal force and claim self defence (and probably gotten off any charges).
What a fucking idiot, the landlord is lucky someone didn’t mistake them for a burglar/home invader.
Probably depends on country, but where I’m from, you can’t use lethal force unless there’s danger to “life or health”, that is, you can’t use lethal force against a home invader unless it’s absolutely necessary.
Besides, the most lethal weapon in most peoples homes are the fire extinguisher and kitchen knives.
To be frank: You would never get away with killing a landlord that locked themselves into your apartment while you were home, unless they tried to harm you in some way. Not a burglar either for that matter.
Disclaimer: Obviously, if you confront a burglar, and it develops to a violent confrontation, lethal force can be justified. However, you will be hard pressed on whether you had the option to remove yourself from the situation before needing to resort to lethal force.
Oh, I’m in the USA, and people here can just willy-nilly shoot people, and you’d get away with it most of the time. (unless the person you shot is a cop, in which case you’re fucked, even if you genuinely thought they were a home invader)
Edit: Well it also depends on if the landlord was an individual “mom&pop” landlord, or someone with like 100 units. If its one of the “richer” landlords, I could see there being more investigations into the shooting. A shooting of those “poorer” landlords would just get swept under the rug. But I don’t know why someone with 100+ units would be managing properties by themselves, so the tenant in this hypothetical situation would almost be guaranteed to walk free, since the landlord would almost be guaranteed to be not “rich enough” to warrant the attention of the authorities.
In California we follow our version of castle doctrine:
198.5. Any person using force intended or likely to cause death or great bodily injury within his or her residence shall be presumed to have held a reasonable fear of imminent peril of death or great bodily injury to self, family, or a member of the household when that force is used against another person, not a member of the family or household, who unlawfully and forcibly enters or has unlawfully and forcibly entered the residence and the person using the force knew or had reason to believe that an unlawful and forcible entry occurred. As used in this section, great bodily injury means a significant or substantial physical injury.
Now, you can do what you need to do to protect yourself, but then you get to explain to the cops and possibly a judge what happened, and you better hope they agree with you. It’s also important to note that this doesn’t extend to someone intruding on your exterior property, just someone who breaks into your house, and you do have to have reason to believe they will harm you or your family.
Closest I’ve ever had is probably my dad searching my room for candy when I was younger or may be a year or so ago I went to see summer fireworks and came home to find out he went into my room and went into my electronic junk/storage dresser drawer and snagged some cookies I planned on eating when I got back later that night. I’m not super pissed about it since they were for my mom, but I’m not happy about it either, even to this day.
As for the other incidents of candy snagging when I was younger, I can’t remember anything specific so I don’t feel anything about them.
we had a burglary once. the guy came in the back door while my wife was showering. took her bag, my laptop and a few other things and went back outside. tried to take the car but the key he had semi-miraculously had a damaged chip in it cause it went through the dryer so it wouldnt start. he pushed it down the street trying to start it and couldnt. when we found it the drivers seat and passenger seat were covered with what seemed like dog hair. the cops had to come take it to search it for fingerprints or whatever. we found my wife’s bag down the street having been thrown into the stream. she still has the bag, vacuumed the car out and wiped it down, all good.
another time, i was living in this shared house that had a very serious reputation for having tons of parties with all kinds of drug use. several people were selling out of there (i didnt know at the time). I came home one day to find all of my drawers dumped onto the ground, mattress flipped over etc etc. The cops had come in with their dogs and flipped the whole house. cops standing on my bed in their filthy boots. broken ceramic mugs. i had nothing to do with it and they didnt find anything in my room.
the cop thing was just weird. but, after the burglary, i was paranoid for a good long while, months and months. it goes away after a time. we beefed up security significantly.
the tainted thing youre talking about though, this is psychological of course. theres nothing wrong with the car. people go through shit at airport security and things, it doesnt taint anything. this is a violation of your privacy, sure, but not your personhood. autonomy and personal space is just a concept. deer and cows and foxes and wolves and swarms of insects and people have been in the space that your house currently occupies. its just a spot on the planet some temporary walls have been put up to keep you dry. your house wont be there forever, thats a fact. later, someone something else will live where you house was. their space wasnt tainted by your presence.
just food for thought. if you have a therapist Id suggest mentioning it to them, it can help to talk about it. it almost feels like this about something else that this is a metaphor for, but you’d know if that feels true or not.
anyway, it’ll pass. it happens to everyone.
When I moved out at 18 I was sitting on my parents front porch waiting for my ride and my mom came out and started rooting through all my stuff. Destroyed the dried flowers my boyfriend gave me for prom, took anything she decided I wasn’t allowed to have because she paid for, broke a few other sentimental things while screaming. I just sat back and let her. Didn’t say a word. I had an eerie calm about me because I was leaving and she wouldn’t have any power over me anymore.
Housemates left a door open; we lived in the woods.
A squirrel got into the house. Housemates, because young men are idiots, chased the squirrel further into the house… right into my bedroom.
They then tossed literally all of my possessions around the room in an attempt to remove or kill the squirrel.
Friends, they were not successful. The squirrel escaped the room and ran further into the house.
My parents felt the need to occasionally sack my room for drugs, and of course, me not having any drugs around my room usually meant they didn’t find any drugs.
They never thought to look in the PlayStation 2 expansion bay.
I’m DEA Agent Hank Schrader, OPEN THE FCK UP!
🔫
“go way, batin!”
I just moved out of Los Angeles. LA is crazy.
My first car in college got broken into, they stole my Sub in the trunk and my CDs, but they couldn’t get the radio out and broke the faceplate.
I felt so f-ing violated. It was my first car, my home away from home, my freedom to go places. I was traumatized like ptsd. That lasted a long time.
6 months later the entire car was gone, they stole it. Police took 2-3 days to find it. There was no tires, no engine, no muffler, and the interior was trashed.
I was destroyed for a long time after that. Fuck thieves!!!
I threw a Xmas party at my house with friends, and one “friend” had a new girlfriend and they went into the bathroom and stole a ton of my moms makeup, jewerly, and other stuff.
Then maybe a month later that same guy poured white paint on my car windows. What a nice friend I had.
I had another friend move out of state, and he left me to take care of his dog for a few months… turns out he stole $1000 worth of stuff from my house, canceled my phone plan and never came back for his dog.
My wife was almost kidnapped as a kid, it freaked her out and when she was home she had her parents check all the cabinets for the kidnapper.
Years later someone broke into her attic, which the stairs led into her bedroom. That one also really freaked her out. She knew who the guy was too. I saw him once and he gave me a nasty look and I took his picture lol
So glad to be out of LA now.
Fucking twice have I had basically all my belongings tossed out by someone else.
When I was 19, I went to work on a cruise ship for 5 months. When I came back, my parents had sold or trashed literally everything I owned except for my bed, my desk and chair, and my computer. All my books, all my toys, collectibles, games and consoles, all the posters on my wall… Gone.
I got married at 32 and my wife did the same fucking thing (not through divorce, either).
I’ve had things stolen from me from time to time by strangers; none of them hurt as much as having literally everything you own taken by your own family.
A roommate’s girlfriend rummaged through my drawers and took some small bills and change from my dresser. My roommate sided with her, saying it wasn’t a big deal.
Our friendship soured, I got a new lock for my room that only I had a key to, and I set up a security camera on my desk. She never did do it again after being caught, but it made the rest of the time I lived there not particularly pleasant. I always felt slightly on edge, keeping an eye to make sure nothing had been moved or taken.
