A couple of months ago, I saw a thread here about a sexual harasser/burglar using sex dolls.

I live in Boston, and my boyfriend and I own a row house he inherited from his grandfather. It was the halfway house for Lenny Bruce, and the country singer David Mallett wrote a song about it. I love the house, I've lived there about ten years, but it isn't the most secure place in the world.<br><br>I'm a very paranoid person, and while my boyfriend grew up in the house, he didn't grow up in the neighborhood. It is very different now. I was robbed here the first week I lived here. Somebody came in through the window and stole my computer and a bunch of useless stuff. I reported it to the police, but they didn't do anything.<br><br>I wasn't even in the house. I was at a book sale in Providence, and my boyfriend was at work. This was about 1pm on a Sunday afternoon, so a lot of the neighbors were out and nobody noticed anything. I'm a bit of a shut in, I don't really go out, so I don't know my neighbors. I know a few people in the neighborhood, but I don't know the people around me. <br><br>That is why it is so strange that the person who broke in knew me. I found out over a year later, when I came home and saw the police arresting a man who was carrying a sex doll. He had thrown a rock through the window, climbed into the house, and was inside my bedroom. He had left his sex doll in the alley with my underwear. When they caught him, he was carrying it. He looked at me and said 'You're not mad at me, I know you. I know you from the library.' <br><br>The library I work at is the one in the neighborhood. I didn't recognize the man, and I told the police that. They asked him to tell them my name, and he couldn't. He said he had seen me around, he had been inside my house several times, but he didn't know my name.<br><br>I didn't want to press charges. I know this is a conflict with being paranoid, but the man was obviously very disturbed. I looked up his name, and he had several prior offenses. I assumed his lawyer would get the charges dropped. I didn't want to have to go through a trial. I work a lot, and I didn't feel up to the process. It was a lot easier just to get a new window.<br><br>I changed my work schedule out of fear he would see me when I was walking home. I start earlier in the morning and get home before it gets dark. I also carry a weapon now. I used to carry a knife, but my boyfriend bought me a TASER for Christmas.<br><br>Not long after that, my phone started acting strangely. It would die quickly and it would be very hot. I didn't think anything of it, I assumed it was the battery. I kept it charging and just assumed the battery was dying. <br><br>It was actually being monitored. Somebody put a monitoring device in my phone. I found it about a week ago. My boyfriend took it to the police station. They didn't seem very concerned. They didn't even take my phone. They took pictures of it and told us to get the battery replaced.<br><br>I am very startled by noises. I abruptly stopped smoking weed because I would be so paranoid after smoking. I realized it was because of the break in and the phone tapping. I was very paranoid about being followed, and it was hard to go outside. I'd hear footsteps behind me and I'd run abruptly. I'd startle at noises inside the house too. <br><br>I really hope I can get over this. I am reading a book about it, and I'm trying to be more rational, but I keep imagining the man with the sex doll in my house. I saw his face again when I was walking home last night, and I ran into the house. <br><br>I can't imagine living anywhere else, but fuck, this house does not feel like home right now.<br><br>Edit: the police did nothing when my house was robbed. My boyfriend thought that was because the guy took old stuff nobody wanted and some video games, but I think it was because I wasn't present. It was just possessions, and it wasn't a big deal. My boyfriend grew up here, he doesn't think it is a big deal. I think part of that is because he wasn't here. He lives here now, but he grew up in the suburbs. He doesn't know what this neighborhood was like. He doesn't know how different it is from when he was growing up.<br><br>I told him about the posting in this sub. He laughed and said it was 'funny'. Yeah, the house is old and the neighborhood is very different. There are a lot of problems here. But that doesn't mean that we should let people break in. He grew up here, he loves this house and his family, he doesn't see the danger. <br><br>That is why I didn't want to tell the police. I know the police don't do much here. They get a lot of calls and they don't do a fuck of a lot. I give them a description of a man who was lurking behind my house, and they don't care. They don't do shit. They see it as 'not a big deal'. <br><br>A few months ago, I saw a post in this sub. A guy was house sitting and some guy came in and had sex with a sex doll. If I hadn't seen that post, I wouldn't have thought it was such a big deal. I would have seen the guy as a regular burglar, not someone who had a sexual fetish. I would have Cooperation with the police, because they would have cared about catching a 'normal' criminal.<br><br>I didn't think the police would do anything. That is why I didn't report it. But they did. The detective came to my work, and not long after that, they caught the guy. He was attempting to break into my house again. I didn't expect them to do anything, but they did. But they didn't do anything about my phone. To me, that is not a big deal. I feel safe now. I know they are watching this guy. <br><br>I didn't think the police cared just because of the break in. It is because of the neighborhood. The police gave a shit about this case because the detective lived in the neighborhood and recognized my address. I didn't tell the police about my phone because I think they only gave a shit because of the sex doll. And I don't feel like pushing it. I'm glad they caught the guy, and if that is all they do, I'm okay with that.