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I am -most definitely- not well liked in my community. I'm beginning to strongly suspect that not only is there more animosity towards my parents and me going round now than I had imagined...
-sigh- its kind of beginning to seem, more and more, like this has been an ongoing issue, not just with me, but for my parents, too...for a long, long time.
I'm 36, now. Labeled as "Schizophrenic" in the community (read: at best, barely tolerated non-entity), I don't know the "actual diagnosis," not that it matters or anything.
My parents still live in my hometown, a small, old, southern small town. lots of them, here and there, all over the southeast. I have been living in a small, southern city near them for about 3 years now, with 2 1/2 years or so of that time spent living in a modest, but nice, place they were able to buy, by His grace. and...
the animosity towards me seems to wax and wane. a really cool pair of shoes I liked went missing, never to be found again. minor loss, but...creepy. a couple of times, I suspected mail (fresh out of my assigned mail box, which I have a key to, for my unit and only my unit) might have been opened...the bottom edges of some envelopes were somehow not sealed together, which...OK...creepy, obviously I got my mail, nothing was missing, so I rolled with it. moving on...
i recently seem to be missing -- of all things -- 2 new pieces of underwear I got while out and about with my dad. random...
more importantly, a relatively long time ago, now, there was excrement, on my front area. pets don't generally come anywhere near my floor, much less my unit. I mean...I cleaned it up, no big deal...
the water is covered through the HOA fees. a while back -- i was actually trying to shower so I could go out and get my 2nd covid shot -- I had -no water -. I called the hoa office, politely enough asked what was going on...
at first, the lady said "no one else has had any complaints about the water...," and I politely told her that I had -no- water coming into my unit. background noise, some maintenance dude in the background (I'm guessing, anyway) and then a response...in a kind of hostile tone, actually : "the water is shut off for a purpose," and then I kept being polite, she seemed to have some barely contained hostility, and that was that.
i called my dad, and he said I was good to call the HOA, and that it was probably some necessary maintenance stuff going on. OK, fair enough. by the time i came back from getting the shot, the water was back on. another thing I shrugged off.
a good while back...i got a call from a number I didn't recognize. he sounded excited, asked me about an ad on cl for my oven (!). I told him, I didn't know what he was talking about, and he asked me : "well, isn't this your number?" and awkward-ness ensued, and...
yeah, another incident I tried to blot out. ok. here's a creepy one...
ok, so I thought i was having nightmares, and I heard some redneck-y man's voice yelling out about "he's supposed to be on Haldol shots!," and I knew I was moving around, a lot, and...
ok, so when I went in to my bathroom to shower, I noticed scratches...on both sides of my waist. i tried to shrug it off. honestly, that was a while ago, and...
as the cuts healed, they scabbed. I think they were deeper than I had thought, and...
ok, at times, people in the unit above me and one on the side would be so deliberately loud that I could easily hear what they were saying, because...
that's what they wanted. lol. these aren't super fancy or anything, but the walls are thick enough so it actually takes effort to be able to hear conversations in other units.
i think the lady who lives in the unit next door is renting. that place is for sale, and i think the sale is almost complete. so, one weekend, recently, i was getting out my keys to get in the front door, and some older man wearing a mask was headed out, and...
he was talking about me, and then some lady in the unit was laughing, and then they talked about "calling his probation officer." ok....
my -single- conviction is a serious, class A misdemeanor. i've been off probation, successfully, for -over 4 years now- .
people will say "he's on a court order" and "he doesn't have the doctors' permission to live here!," that kind of thing. ok...
sometimes, "severely mentally ill" people are put on court orders. those are basically treatment orders, approved by a probate judge, ordering a person/patient to get "outpatient treatment." i'm...not actually on one. i go to a clinic for med checks and occasional counseling sessions, fill my prescriptions at a local pharmacy, life goes on.
i dunno. some dude in the upstairs unit was deliberately talking loudly enough for me to hear (yet again) about "getting him evicted." one time...some woman was deliberately walking -hard- in heels or something, upstairs...i could definitely hear the noise, and laughing about "rent's past due!," and all this other jibber jabber, and...
my parents own it. i'm blessed, they're blessed. they were actually able to buy it outright, money on the table. which is why i was all the more confused, when...
some lady was yelling about "who owns his place? I want to know who owns his unit and who it is financed thru," on and on and on. other times, people were wanting to know "how much could we get for his truck," etc., and...
yeah. yeah. keep in mind, when I told my counselor about the incident with the older man coming out of the unit for sale, he straight up said "that's 100% your "illness," and...
of course, I had to nod along, and act as if I agreed. truth? this is not fun. By His grace, I'm getting -much- better at dealing with this situation, but...
-frustrating- to put it mildly. as always, prayers appreciated...also some sort of reply on how to deal, what could possibly be going on here, etc. -truly frustrated-
thanks
-sigh- its kind of beginning to seem, more and more, like this has been an ongoing issue, not just with me, but for my parents, too...for a long, long time.
I'm 36, now. Labeled as "Schizophrenic" in the community (read: at best, barely tolerated non-entity), I don't know the "actual diagnosis," not that it matters or anything.
My parents still live in my hometown, a small, old, southern small town. lots of them, here and there, all over the southeast. I have been living in a small, southern city near them for about 3 years now, with 2 1/2 years or so of that time spent living in a modest, but nice, place they were able to buy, by His grace. and...
the animosity towards me seems to wax and wane. a really cool pair of shoes I liked went missing, never to be found again. minor loss, but...creepy. a couple of times, I suspected mail (fresh out of my assigned mail box, which I have a key to, for my unit and only my unit) might have been opened...the bottom edges of some envelopes were somehow not sealed together, which...OK...creepy, obviously I got my mail, nothing was missing, so I rolled with it. moving on...
i recently seem to be missing -- of all things -- 2 new pieces of underwear I got while out and about with my dad. random...
more importantly, a relatively long time ago, now, there was excrement, on my front area. pets don't generally come anywhere near my floor, much less my unit. I mean...I cleaned it up, no big deal...
the water is covered through the HOA fees. a while back -- i was actually trying to shower so I could go out and get my 2nd covid shot -- I had -no water -. I called the hoa office, politely enough asked what was going on...
at first, the lady said "no one else has had any complaints about the water...," and I politely told her that I had -no- water coming into my unit. background noise, some maintenance dude in the background (I'm guessing, anyway) and then a response...in a kind of hostile tone, actually : "the water is shut off for a purpose," and then I kept being polite, she seemed to have some barely contained hostility, and that was that.
i called my dad, and he said I was good to call the HOA, and that it was probably some necessary maintenance stuff going on. OK, fair enough. by the time i came back from getting the shot, the water was back on. another thing I shrugged off.
a good while back...i got a call from a number I didn't recognize. he sounded excited, asked me about an ad on cl for my oven (!). I told him, I didn't know what he was talking about, and he asked me : "well, isn't this your number?" and awkward-ness ensued, and...
yeah, another incident I tried to blot out. ok. here's a creepy one...
ok, so I thought i was having nightmares, and I heard some redneck-y man's voice yelling out about "he's supposed to be on Haldol shots!," and I knew I was moving around, a lot, and...
ok, so when I went in to my bathroom to shower, I noticed scratches...on both sides of my waist. i tried to shrug it off. honestly, that was a while ago, and...
as the cuts healed, they scabbed. I think they were deeper than I had thought, and...
ok, at times, people in the unit above me and one on the side would be so deliberately loud that I could easily hear what they were saying, because...
that's what they wanted. lol. these aren't super fancy or anything, but the walls are thick enough so it actually takes effort to be able to hear conversations in other units.
i think the lady who lives in the unit next door is renting. that place is for sale, and i think the sale is almost complete. so, one weekend, recently, i was getting out my keys to get in the front door, and some older man wearing a mask was headed out, and...
he was talking about me, and then some lady in the unit was laughing, and then they talked about "calling his probation officer." ok....
my -single- conviction is a serious, class A misdemeanor. i've been off probation, successfully, for -over 4 years now- .
people will say "he's on a court order" and "he doesn't have the doctors' permission to live here!," that kind of thing. ok...
sometimes, "severely mentally ill" people are put on court orders. those are basically treatment orders, approved by a probate judge, ordering a person/patient to get "outpatient treatment." i'm...not actually on one. i go to a clinic for med checks and occasional counseling sessions, fill my prescriptions at a local pharmacy, life goes on.
i dunno. some dude in the upstairs unit was deliberately talking loudly enough for me to hear (yet again) about "getting him evicted." one time...some woman was deliberately walking -hard- in heels or something, upstairs...i could definitely hear the noise, and laughing about "rent's past due!," and all this other jibber jabber, and...
my parents own it. i'm blessed, they're blessed. they were actually able to buy it outright, money on the table. which is why i was all the more confused, when...
some lady was yelling about "who owns his place? I want to know who owns his unit and who it is financed thru," on and on and on. other times, people were wanting to know "how much could we get for his truck," etc., and...
yeah. yeah. keep in mind, when I told my counselor about the incident with the older man coming out of the unit for sale, he straight up said "that's 100% your "illness," and...
of course, I had to nod along, and act as if I agreed. truth? this is not fun. By His grace, I'm getting -much- better at dealing with this situation, but...
-frustrating- to put it mildly. as always, prayers appreciated...also some sort of reply on how to deal, what could possibly be going on here, etc. -truly frustrated-
thanks
