I get this, definitely. I don't like it when things get lost either.
It's so frustrating to me because it's like, because moldy food was brought near it, now I have to treat the thing like it has mold on it, and wash it. I don't want to spread mold to places like doorknobs, and from there to my clothes, paper products, drawers, etc., and then have to throw my old things away and buy them all over again, instead of getting new things. It's bad enough that I have to re-buy several things already, due to various kinds of damage.
And what makes it worse is I can't fix the problem immediately, I have to wait to have the house to myself so that I don't get interfered with. Like now, I'll have to wait until tomorrow.
I hate that I have to be strategic and careful within the walls of where I live...you're supposed to be able to let your guard down at home, it's supposed to be a relief from keeping your guard up in the outside world. It's mentally exhausting.
Plus I'm starting to realize I have a lot of different and apparently incompatible ideas with how to do things. I look back now, and I'm starting to feel like there are several areas of life where my parents were just wrong about it, and I want to do things differently.