Being assaulted or even murdered.

I regularly live with this fear to the point that I don’t leave the house by myself.

I refuse to be homeless. I’ve always been telling myself that the day I become homeless and so many bills pile up, is the day I truly die. I’m pretty resourceful, but there’s not an awful lot that I can think of as there to do if I become homeless, other than become a petty criminal, but then I’d only be wasting time in jail and being treated like a nobody in the justice system.

Centipedes. They’re everywhere. I get jump scared by one at least once a week.

Getting hit by a car or stabbed by a methhead. Or getting hit by a car driven by a methhead who then gets out and stabs me.

Getting attacked by a crazy druggie.

I dont care how much it costs I just need a political party to come up with a solution for this shit. I’m down for any solution at this point.

Dropping phone in toilet

Motorists

People speaking to me. I wish they would stop.

Risking being forced into social situations that I don’t understand or don’t like or that trigger my self destruct mechanisms.

That people are only pretending to be nice to me but are secretly mad at me behind my back.

I went through an incident where the people I thought were my closest friends, weren’t, and it fucked me up pretty bad.

oh everyday i have to be on guard some nutcase will come up to me and try to start a fight with me because of my dog, my hat, my shirt, a book i might have on me etc. mostly verbal, but a few times they straight up threw a punch or tried to kick me. around '22 this started happening to me about once every 2-3 months.

nobody ever did any of this to me until the past 3-4 years, post pandemic craziness. it’s not homeless people, it’s usually yuppies or trust fund baby types who hate me because I look ‘weird’ because I’m not wearing designer clothes like them. it’s weird and it’s always that type of person, it’s never like a normal unassuming looking person, it’s someone who has a ‘identity’ to broadcast and seems to think I’m threatening them by existing in the same space as them, like apparently me waiting for a coffee or a take out on the sidewalk ‘offends’ them.

funny thing is stuff like this also happened to me in college, from the same type of people. i would be like chilling on a bench reading a book and campus security would come up and said i was reported for threatening people and making them uncomfortable and i’d be like ‘what people’ and there would be nobody around and they’d just be walk off because well, it was some idiot who felt ‘attacked’ by me minding my own business.

That my wife will die and I will have to support by kid through their grief while grieving.

That I am going to lose my fucking mind. I have untreated psychiatric issues so it’s not only possible but at some point probable. Every day feels like a roll of the dice but I white knuckle through.

I’m constantly afraid that I’ll get fired. Not for anything in particular, just that it’ll happen randomly and without notice… which has happened to me several times over the last decade or so. I hate living in an ‘at will’ state.

My most common are also my greatest.

Fear of death of my parents.

The risk of harm to my kids.