i may be the most irrationally paranoid person that i know. i say “irrationally” because i don’t lead a high-risk lifestyle and rarely leave my house in the summer. but i watch criminal minds. i watch a lot of criminal minds. currently there are 27 episodes on my DVR and if i haven’t watched at least one in a day, i feel a little incomplete.
that being said, the root of my paranoia does not lie in my newfound obsession with this show (and very particularly, the delicious combo of doctor spencer reid and derek morgan. *wolf whistles*). no, my paranoia has been prominent since childhood. i have vivid memories of shriek-crying when my mom left me at pre-school because i thought someone was going to murder her and i’d never see her again. i actually thought this as a four year old. throughout my childhood, i had many a sleepless night as i imagined (and had terrifying dreams) of vampires and murderers climbing through my bedroom window and taking me away from my family. i would lie there in a cold sweat, paralyzed with fear at every bump in the night, until the sun began to rise and i could breathe a sigh of relief. and don’t even get me started on the fear that i inflicted on myself if, god forbid, i had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. i would hold it until morning, convinced there were killers or ghosts waiting for me out in the hallway. in retrospect, i probably caused some serious damage to my bladder.
now that i am twenty, the fear is no longer about the vampires and the ghosts. there fear is about the people — the strangers, the acquaintances, the passersby who looks at me a little too long. i cannot shake the fear of being taken from my family, being killed by a sick individual, being held captive, bound and gagged, in a sound-proof room.
every man i encounter is a potential killer/rapist/kidnapper/stalker. every car that drives by slowly when i’m walking my dog. every guy that messages me on okcupid (why the fuck do i still have okcupid, being as paranoid as i am??). every man at the gym who makes eye contact with me. even the damn mailman, guys. he walks up the driveway when i’m home alone and i’m all like
i realize that this is not a very great way to live. but there are a lot of sick people out there! you have to prepare yourself, you have to know the signs. this is why criminal minds doesn’t terrify me so much as it fascinates me. i watch it and i’m with the other side. the ones who are three steps ahead of the bad guys, whose arsenal of knowledge is their pure protection. a lot of the time, when i’m watching criminal minds, i feel a lot like i’m prepping myself for battle. knowing my own victimology and knowing what would put me at a high or medium risk, amongst so much more information can put me at (temporary) ease and makes me feel more in control. knowledge is power, afterall, and with that incredible show, i am facing my fears and learning to live my life in spite of my continual fear because i am learning patterns to look for and to avoid.
i may not ever have the balls to live alone (or even to take my dog out at night) but maybe i won’t lock myself in the bathroom when the mailman comes tomorrow. maybe.
xo,
danielle