another wheel falls off the bus

I’m wondering when I started being afraid of people who look different. It must have crept up on me over the past few years because it never used to bother me. Now I see someone who is homeless or run down at the heels and I seize up. If there is more than one of them, I’ll want to cross the street. This is old lady thinking.
On the other hand, it could just be I don’t get downtown very often anymore. Hmmmm. A particular form of urbanized agoraphobia?