No wonder you feel awful. Ignore the coma, and the memory loss, that's a heavy burden to be in your mind without a lot else around it. Humes can convince themselves that they're not really hurting people, and then the horrors start.
Well, it sounds like the panic attacks and the feeling you're not safe isn't going to help you trust people, right?
There's some things I could offer. I could meet your Kurt, and offer to help at the house? Cook, perhaps, if he'd be comfortable with that idea, or arrange some help with things to soften the money concerns and to give him some free time. That won't help you, but - as you say, you trust him, and you know he's stressed.
I - I'd hate to talk about what happened to me, to you, because it sounds like you seriously need something in your life, and that's not me whining about something comparatively minor. But - in Archades, they'd call it negotiating. Is there - could you handle a phone call from a stranger to see if - they sound like a creep? With firm "I get it if you decide to hang up the phone, or if our conversation isn't one" kind of rules?
I'd . . . in person, I'd have a few rules myself, but - it'd mostly be stuff that I doubt you'd do (because you're a decent person) or things I doubt you'd do because of the understandable unease. Would it help to hear that too?