effect of my parental abuse: I HATE intrusive noise. The sound of a door unlocking (even if it’s just my roommate). Just knocking. Footsteps in the morning sounding too close to my door. The sound of cars pulling up. The ding on my phone when they contact me. I associate it with the Vague and Uncomfortable Badness. Even at college, I hear that unlocking noise and my whole body habitually tenses up. I wish for the day that that sound no longer scares me but means that someone I love is here.