Monday, August 31, 2015
the briefcase contained my IRS records for the past several years, so my identity is unquestionably compromised.
I'm totally thrown and can't seem to function at all since it happened on Saturday morning.
Discovered the theft Saturday morning as I got into my car to head for the Visitor Center on the shoreline. I immediately shut the implications out of mind in order to get through another impossible day. On my schedule were two one-hour presentations in our theater; one at eleven and another at two o'clock.
The eleven o'clock was totally filled (48 seats) and there was simply no time to put in a police report since having them come to the Visitor Center would raise public attention in ways that I didn't want to deal with.
Because another article on my work appeared in the AAA's VIA magazine on Friday, the weekend audience was unprecedented. We'd put in a numbering system in order to not go beyond the fire department regulations. One hour before my talk visitors are given tickets so that we can know that we haven't exceeded our capacity, and for the two o'clock talk every ticket had been distributed within the first five minutes -- everybody had to be turned away after that!
And the compartmentalizing I was doing in order to retain my sanity was threatening my stability, and I can't imagine that I got through it all without totally freaking out!
But I did.
It's just that from the moment I returned to my apartment until now (two days later), I've been only half-conscious, I think.
Last night I finally sent my attorney an email seeking help, and first thing this morning he responded. We're meeting this afternoon. I've still not filed a police report. I suspect that it's out of a sense of uselessness. This is the third time my car has been broken into in the past several months. Twice in my carport, and once just outside City Hall where our headquarters office is located -- in Civic Center Plaza. Both times I made police reports. Both times it took many hours for an officer to respond. And the experience only led to my feelings of helplessness because there is just no real defense against such incidents, and I knew it.
I mentioned the break-in on Facebook and among those who responded with wishes for recovery and assistance was a message from our police chief, offering to do whatever he could. For that I was grateful, not so much for his official offer of help as for his friendship. Chris Magnus is my friend, and I know he is sincerely concerned. But it didn't cause me to act on my own behalf, but just to give up any hope of a solution ... .
This afternoon I will have an appointment to meet with my attorney. He's warm and caring, and seeing Steve may serve to break through the ennui and sense of helplessness that I'm sill not able to recover from ... .
Posted by Betty Reid Soskin at 3:10 PM
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