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Last night, the neighbors were yelling again. I think I heard something about a "probation violation," which...for someone who has been in jail and is currently on probation (for a misdemeanor, praise God!), is perfectly frightening. Keep in mind: I was chilling in my own room when I heard all this, and my room is a ways away from their backyard. This is clearly a deliberate attempt to get to me, I get that.
My parents never seem to hear them, probably because my parents spend most of their time in an upstairs room on the opposite side of the house, with their little house dogs and the TV going. I've tried saying "Hey, they talk about me all the time and make fun of me," and my mom told me to adjust my meds :-( . Of course, my dad listens more and just tells me to brush them off.
These people yell about a felony and a public defender. See, here's the thing: that could have happened. I was charged with a serious felony and everybody thought I"d have a public defender. I'm not too good for a public defender, but my parents had the time, money, and inclination to hire a skilled lawyer. As is true of a lot of people, my charges were excessive. Did I break the law? Yup, unfortunately. Was it a felony? No. I was basically punished for being an "uppity mental patient" (long story). People don't like "uppity mental patients." When I was sentenced, the judge commented "you have an excellent attorney," in a tone that told me..."you're lucky, you uppity mental patient." LOL.
So, I actually committed a misdemeanor, which is what I pled guilty to (imagine that). I was given the max, suspended to the max period of probation, per the victim's request. And now...
...people yell about my "Schizophrenia" (actual diagnosis: Bipolar I) and "felony" (actual conviction: class A misdemeanor, might be expunge-able) and all that, and...wow. Now, they've been yelling at me about a "probation violation" and how "the judge took pity on you!" for a couple, 3 months now. Downside: this is not fun, at all. Upside: I'm learning, once again, to lean on The Lord and ask for what I need to push thru and do my own thing, despite what's going on around me. But...
...the level of open, loud hostility is a little disturbing. I don't yell at them. This is apparently how poor people are treated around here. They now and then will yell "why don't you move out into a trailer park?" Thing is...there's lots of social class and stigma issues here, on the surface at least. I was considered "poor white trash, from a rink dink middle class family," now my family is more "comfortable" and I'm considered an "uppity mental patient," blah blah blah. It gets boring to talk about, but then they start it up again, and...ugh.
I write about this often, its just...wow. These people spend way too much time talking at and about me. Now that I think about it...its kinda creepy, actually. I've never spent that much time thinking about or dealing with 1 person, nor do I think I ever will.
As always...here it comes...please pray for my safety, and my family's safety, too. Thanks.
My parents never seem to hear them, probably because my parents spend most of their time in an upstairs room on the opposite side of the house, with their little house dogs and the TV going. I've tried saying "Hey, they talk about me all the time and make fun of me," and my mom told me to adjust my meds :-( . Of course, my dad listens more and just tells me to brush them off.
These people yell about a felony and a public defender. See, here's the thing: that could have happened. I was charged with a serious felony and everybody thought I"d have a public defender. I'm not too good for a public defender, but my parents had the time, money, and inclination to hire a skilled lawyer. As is true of a lot of people, my charges were excessive. Did I break the law? Yup, unfortunately. Was it a felony? No. I was basically punished for being an "uppity mental patient" (long story). People don't like "uppity mental patients." When I was sentenced, the judge commented "you have an excellent attorney," in a tone that told me..."you're lucky, you uppity mental patient." LOL.
So, I actually committed a misdemeanor, which is what I pled guilty to (imagine that). I was given the max, suspended to the max period of probation, per the victim's request. And now...
...people yell about my "Schizophrenia" (actual diagnosis: Bipolar I) and "felony" (actual conviction: class A misdemeanor, might be expunge-able) and all that, and...wow. Now, they've been yelling at me about a "probation violation" and how "the judge took pity on you!" for a couple, 3 months now. Downside: this is not fun, at all. Upside: I'm learning, once again, to lean on The Lord and ask for what I need to push thru and do my own thing, despite what's going on around me. But...
...the level of open, loud hostility is a little disturbing. I don't yell at them. This is apparently how poor people are treated around here. They now and then will yell "why don't you move out into a trailer park?" Thing is...there's lots of social class and stigma issues here, on the surface at least. I was considered "poor white trash, from a rink dink middle class family," now my family is more "comfortable" and I'm considered an "uppity mental patient," blah blah blah. It gets boring to talk about, but then they start it up again, and...ugh.
I write about this often, its just...wow. These people spend way too much time talking at and about me. Now that I think about it...its kinda creepy, actually. I've never spent that much time thinking about or dealing with 1 person, nor do I think I ever will.
As always...here it comes...please pray for my safety, and my family's safety, too. Thanks.
