Some neighbouring kids on drugs broke my front door down the day after I painted it and shined up the brass. The police came and dusted it for fingerprints so there will be black graphite all over it for years to come. The door frame was so smashed to smithereens that I had to wait for a technician to fix it up so as to close it before going to sleep.
But other neighbours left gifts and cards and said how sorry they were. The insurance people were comforting.

It still hurts, but that's the other side of living in a mostly safe neighbourhood. When I lived in public housing this stuff happened every day and I couldn't afford to be upset by it.

It's brilliant that you took action to put in alarms and such. Doing that was what enabled me to feel safe enough to sleep in the house again.

The feelings of violation become less raw over time. It's important to re-member the respectful people. It's important that people around know how to be respectful. How my neighbours, and even the cops, behaved made a big difference to how I felt. My beautiful shiny painted door will never be the same but I'm safe!!!

Living in public housing for 8 years made me value how important stability and responsibility are in people's living situations.

You could put a blanket around yourself and allow the feelings to happen in warmth and safety now that you are actually in an ok life situation? Bring the past feelings of violation into a safe present - that's a most loving a compassionate thing to do. After some effort doing that, I find that it releases good energy.