When I first moved into the house were I am today, I was under similar circumstances. The house had been robbed of all it's copper hot water heating elements and my fears/anxiety was really kickin' in. One of the first things I did, was go to the police shack, introduce myself, explained my illnesses(mental) and plead my case(or expressed my fears). The small police force was very kind and understanding. They (the police) explained what they were doing about the thieves and literally said they would make it a point to "make an extra patrol" around the house. I felt a little better and it did help to relieve a little anxiety. They would stop by and give updates, but I also befriended these guys/gals. They still drive by to this day and wave.......it's been about two years now...and then.....I got's me a vicious attack dog....hehe.....