In my time of need, I turn to you, People of the Dope, for advice and solace, for challenging viewpoints and thought-provoking responses. I beeseech you now, aid me in my hour of distress.
Here’s the problem: My neighbors are an elderly couple in their late 60’s-early 70’s. I have not seen or spoken to them much, but they seem very nice, waving and greeting me when I run into them. We have exchanged pleasantries. I like them. Their son, however, is terrifying me.
He appears to be in his mid-thrities. He is somehow brain-damaged or mentally disabled, or something. Okay, so who cares? Well, he is harassing me. If I am in the yard, he will come to the fence and just stare. The first time this happened, I waved, and said hello. No response. Again. No response. So I walk over, concerned, and ask him if everythig is okay. He replies, “I’m just watching you.” Further attempt at communication results only in silence. I finaly go into the house, somewhat freaked out, but his mother told me he was “not right” (her words), so I just figured, hey, maybe he’s shy, maybe he doesn’t understand. No big deal. So everytime I go into the yard, he comes out of his house, comes to the fence, and stares. I keep up the wave and say hello bit for awhile. Then, this happens:
I am walking my two dogs one evening, coming home past the nighbor’s house. I meet the mother and the son standing in the yard. They come over and the mom and I chat for a few minutes, until she says, “Son, say hello to Ms. Ratty.” Everything happens very quickly: he lunges at me and grabs my breast. I am shocked and horrified, staggering back. The dogs go nuts, as someone has attacked Mom. I pull them backwards with me, but they’re big and strong, and their momentum carries me forward into my neighbor and her son. She is now yelling at him to go into the house, which he does, at a run. The dogs are snarling, barking, straining at the leash to go rip this guy’s throat out, which is fine with me, I feel they’re justified. But I prevent them. My neighbor apologizes profusely, saying she doesn’t know what came over him, he’s retarded, has brain-damage, it won’t happen again, she’ll reprimand him, etc. I am so shaken up, I just stammer something and yank the dogs into the house.
The leering at the fence continues. He begins shouting uninterpretable gibberish at times, before his parents call him back into the house. Then yesterday came the final straw. I have a pool in the backyard, and a friend and her 4-year-old son came over to swim. So we’re towelling off, getting ready to soak up some rays while her son is eating some lunch, when the neighbor’s son comes out of the house. I see this and shudder, but I don’t want to alarm my friend, so I sit down quickly and hope he’ll go away. Wrong. He comes to the fence and stares. My friend notices and asks. I tell her he’s disabled, he’ll go away, just ignore him, not mentioning the above incident. Then he starts yelling “Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!” at the top of his lungs. We are freaked out, grab the kid, and run into the house. Friend says call the cops. But I do nothing. Afternoon continues indoors.
But I am freaked out and scared. This guy scares me. I know he’s disabled, I know he might not know what he’s doing or saying, I know it’s intolerant and ignorant and wrong of me to be afraid of him, but I am. I can’t help it. I want him to stop harassing me. I want to go into my backyard without the dogs and not fear for my safety. (I’m safe with the dogs, but alone?)
But I like his parents. They’re old, and they’ve been caring for him all his life- they have an unimaginable burden, and I’m sure they’re terrified about what will happen to him after they die. I don’t want to cause trouble for them. I don’t want the police involved. I don’t want to have bad relations with my neighbors. So what can I do? They can’t control him, obviously, so talking to them about it will just cause them more worry, and it will accomplish nothing. And I’m afraid. I’ve told a few friends about him before yesterday’s incident, and I got two completely different responses:
#1- Stop freaking out. You’re paranoid. The guy is weird but harmless. He probably doesn’t know what he’s doing. Just ignore it. And you’re an asshole for taking issue with the disabled.
#2- Call the cops ASAP. Keep reporting this so they take you seriously. This guy is dangerous, and if you let it go, they’ll find your headless torso one day.
So what the hell should I do? And am I a paranoid asshole for taking this seriously? Please help.