My Son and I Locked Ourselves in the Bathroom—Then the 911 Operator Heard My Husband Trying to Break Down the Door
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Chapter 22 - Noah’s Fear of Doors
For months Noah hated closed doors.
Bathroom.
Bedroom.
Closet.
If I closed one, he reopened it.
Therapist said:
Let him.
So I did.
Privacy became secondary.
One afternoon he saw a maintenance worker repairing our new apartment’s bedroom door.
Noah asked:
“Can that one break?”
The worker looked confused.
I answered:
“Any door can break.”
Noah became anxious.
Then I added:
“But doors aren’t what keep us safe. People and plans do.”
We had a plan.
My phone charged.
Neighbors known.
Emergency contacts.
School informed.
Therapist.
Family.
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No single barrier had to carry the entire burden.
Over time, doors became doors again.
