I lived 14 years overseas (federal agency), in various countries, and my living quarters usually had a safe room, typically just a bedroom steel door with ballistic and forced-entry protection . Additionally, my quarters usually had a guard, or guards - sometimes all day, but certainly at night. In one country, an armored personel carrier with a .50 cal on top was just outside my door.
I never thought much about it, although I did feel rather safe. I dismissed the feeling, just a price of doing business.
Fast forward to retirement in the US. Of course, no guards, no safe room, and glass doors with zero ballistic or forced-entry features. I confess to being so greatly unsettled at the, what seemed to me, the extremely insecure nature of my retirement residence that it drove me to a therapist who described my insecurity as a form of PTSD.
I sleep easy now, no longer panicking at the normal groans of a house, nor need to take anti-depressants - but it was a long haul to get there.
I'm making no point, just relating a personal experience.
I never thought much about it, although I did feel rather safe. I dismissed the feeling, just a price of doing business.
Fast forward to retirement in the US. Of course, no guards, no safe room, and glass doors with zero ballistic or forced-entry features. I confess to being so greatly unsettled at the, what seemed to me, the extremely insecure nature of my retirement residence that it drove me to a therapist who described my insecurity as a form of PTSD.
I sleep easy now, no longer panicking at the normal groans of a house, nor need to take anti-depressants - but it was a long haul to get there.
I'm making no point, just relating a personal experience.