So someone stole my lawn mower. It was the middle of the day. I was off work. I left home for a grocery run. When I got back, my mower was gone.
I was pissed! I mean, it was just an inexpensive push mower, but still, it was MY mower and I needed it to mow my yard.
What else did I feel? Afraid. I was scared that someone might next break in my house. It wasn’t about the stuff. I have renters insurance, and, frankly, it would be nice to get a new laptop or TV.
No, I was terrified that someone would cause harm to Rumpy or June Buggie. And I still haven’t gotten over that fear.
But as debilitating as fear can be, the feeling that got me the most was mistrust. I found myself, in turn, mentally accusing each and every neighbor I have. I scanned every neighbor’s yard, looking for my mower. Like some dumbass would steal my mower, then park it in front of his house like a trophy.
I was convinced the guys next door stole it. Then it was the kids living in the apartment house a block over. I blamed the people working at the businesses nearby. Guys driving down the street. And of course, let’s not forget the homeless.
I was trapped in a cycle of rehashing the theft over and over. I needed to get a new mower, but I kept putting it off, because I couldn’t let my anger over the theft go.
And then one day, I understood. If I can get that whacked out over the theft of a push mower, then all the news media has to do is convince us we’ve been robbed, or are at threat of being robbed, and the whole country becomes whacked about…. well…… everything.
But eventually I had to get over being whacked out over a used push mower, buy another, and move on.
Ya think we can eventually convince people to turn off the news, and move on as well?
28 thoughts on “True Confession: Victim of Crime”
I felt like that when we were broken into many moons ago and the kids were little..we lived in government housing had nothing and I kinda hoped they had left something! my photos had been gone through which gave me the creeps big time!! at the time I had two young toddlers and baby twins..was pretty awful…hey stole nothing although the same day our little goldfish died..i was a bit overwrought….had they tried it a few years later when we had our Rottweiler I am sure they would have been in a world of hurt..life moves on..we can’t live in fear..sorry sweets about the violation..which is what it is 😦 hugs Fozziemum xx
It is, isn’t it? It wasn’t the damn mower that I was torn up about, but the fact that someone violated my space, my peace of mind.
Anything that shatters your sense of you..home is your soft place to fall…and that’s what cuts .
Being a victim of crime is like anything else. You HAVE TO let it go, or it can change you. Only you should be allowed to change you. Don’t give a petty thief that much power.
It’s a lot easier said than done, isn’t it?
I am sorry your mower was stolen by a spineless idiot. Don’t people know NOT to take things that aren’t theirs? Obviously not. I was robbed a few years ago in my apartment. I was working a full time job & waited tables at night, so the person who robbed me knew my schedule. It ended up being the maintenance man who lived in my building with his wife!! I lived in fear, but quickly got my senses back when I approached him to his face and told him that I knew it was him and if he ever came near me ever again, I would harm him, not to mention, tell his wife. Just knowing that someone was in your place, touching everything and taking things that were yours, was not a good feeling.
No it isn’t, but if some one IS entering my place, I hope it IS to steal stuff. The ones that break in for other reasons are far more frightening.
I agree with that. Back in 2009 when I moved in with my boyfriend, I was just getting out of the shower and heard the “click” sound on the back door. I yelled “hi honey, you’re home early” – no answer. I said it again – no answer, then I heard the “click” of the back door again. I panicked because I knew someone had just walked in. (we did not have the dogs yet) It’s a very eeerie feeling to know that someone was in your house.
Another reason why dogs are really a woman’s best friend!
That is so true! Heck, a leaf can’t blow through our yard without the dogs barking!
Yes good idea to move but I completely understand how you felt! xxx
So sorry that it happened to you. It’s horrible to imagine that someone was there and touched your things with his sticky fingers… it’s a little like your home is no longer just yours when an invader was there …
The intrusion and theft created a lot of “normal” emotions and reactions. (and believe me, I’d feel the same, I know I would). The hard part is moving on and letting go, especially once ones environment feels unsafe from a real invasion. I’m also with you on turning off the news and trying to turn off the thoughts in my head (the former much easier, never have accomplished the latter). Sending you a special cyber hug and protective rottie energy from my gang. Love, P
Sorry about having something stolen. Gosh, so many of us have been there. I keep a video surveillance of a guy that broke into my car just to remind me of the idiots in this world. My thoughts always drift to how I can catch them…like go to a garage sale, buy a lawn mower, put a tracking device on it and leave it in my yard…just to see what would happen! Then I laugh and it all gets better. Feel better…
You might want to engrave anything of value that you own. It will help the police find it if it is pawned. So sad that we cannot feel safe in our own homes.
I was robbed when I was in my early twenties (so over 30 years ago). The thief came into my house while I slept in the wee hours of the morning. His rummaging around woke me up and I laid in bed scared. He came into my room and asked me for money. I guided him toward my wallet and when my roommate heard me talking he opened his door and the thief – now realizing that he may be out numbered, ran back out the window that he came through. I slept with a baseball bat under my bed for years after that.
It’s something that has stayed with me all these years and my ritual each and every night is to check all windows and doors even though I live in a very safe and suburban low crime area.
And like you, it was the violation of my space that hit me hardest.
When people steal from you it makes you feel so vulnerable! We had an antique gun stolen from us (a neighbor) and some valuable car parts (a different neighbor) and a neighbor a mile aways slipped into the equipment area and took parts off the combine. We know who they were, but we can’t prove it. Other neighbors and friends have actually seen the gun/car parts and the combine part….sucks.
Sorry about your theft. When I was a young bride, our apartment was robbed and a bunch of cash in my purse taken ($50 which was a lot in those days, like $200 these days). The thief got in the balcony door (we were on the 12th floor). He took the elevator up to floors above that were unfinished and climbed down to the finished floors…ours was the first he encountered. Thereafter, until we moved, I pushed the big armchair in front of the door before we went to bed, and kept the balcony door locked, even in broiling weather. You’re right, the fear was debilitating.
The cops finally caught the guy (on the 3rd floor!) and recovered a lot of cash he had taken. Get this, we didn’t get our $50 back because we “couldn’t identify the money.” (sigh)
Years ago, I had a friend who was victim of a break-in. The thief was armed, and my friend was home at the time. So I guess it would have been called a home invasion. He had 2 dogs. A huge red Dobie, and the biggest, scariest dog I ever saw, something called a Napoleon Mastiff. If you’ve ever seen one, you’ll know what I mean. Gray in color, weighed a good 200lbs, and a head as big as my chest. This is what you get when you cross a Rottweiler with a Kodiak bear. Anyway, both the dogs had been to attack school. But since the bad guy had a gun, my friend kept the dogs from attacking. He told the guy to take whatever he wanted, but kept saying over and over, “Please, Mister. Don’t shoot my dogs.”
Afterward, when he told us the story, we all wondered why he didn’t let the dogs attack. Even if the guy had gotten one, no way he could have gotten both. But my friend said, “that’s not the point. I wouldn’t want to lose either of these dogs, and a teevee and a stereo, aren’t worth the life of one of my two best friends.”
just like your mower many dogs are taken out of their yards because they were unattended. I never leave my dogs unattended. I don’t understand the people who leave their dogs out all day in their yards and go to work then expect nothing could happen to their dog.
I think your initial knee-jerk reaction is absolutely normal. Most people don’t realize the cycle of distrust something like that can throw them into and how permeating it can become; it’s great that you recognized it and were able to stop it. Your more worldly extension of that reaction is a good one, and I wish more people would think about it.
The element of fear is very real, but completely controllable. It’s even more important this day and age that we don’t allow the media to trigger fear in our hearts with every news story. Sorry about your mower; clearly someone else needed it more than you. Now bless them and send the fear trigger on its way!
Sorry this happened to you. I know what you mean about the feeling of violation and the diminished sense of security. It stinks.
Bubbling tabletop fountains…much better than news. (Would go outside, but the rain….)
News is dead – no need to subject yourself for what’s taken its’ place.
Sorry about the lawn mower. Could be part of a start up lawn mowing service now…any flyers suddenly on your door for that now? Hmmmm
We have to lock up everything and keep garage doors /gates shut tight. We have considered some sort of GPS collar for Molly. People are painting their garbage cans bright colors with big address numbers on them. Is there really sale potential in flea markets for those, too?
Bubbling fountains. And back to real life.
I’m very sorry about your lawnmower. That’s terrible, and it’s even worse how it made you feel scared and mistrustful.
Oh no….I’m very so sorry to hear about your lawnmower, Jen…..I feel angry about the thief to steal someone’s property from Someone’s PLACE! Besides, I very much understand your terror about Rumpy, June Buggie and the other gangs……..Did you call a police to tell the theft? Is it posible to ask them to patrol in your neighberhood? I hope it never happens again…..I’m sorry Jen….
It isn’t a nice feeling, it isn’t always easy to push the fear away.