thanks, everyone.
I would never go on their property. They have a backyard fenced with a chain link fence. It just out into my parents side-back yard. Over the years, my parents have put up shrubs and trees and such to create a "green screen," so even though their fence is just a chain link fence, we don't see too much of them.
--sigh-- basically, my former psychiatrists+counselors have a problem with me, and now lots of people know things about me--the experts' "opinions"--that they shouldn't. It'd be bad enough if the "experts" were telling the truth about me and who I was, etc., but a lot of what I hear is straight up lies, crazy exaggerrations mixed with a bit of truth, etc.
I know this sounds crazy, but this is how a lot of "mental patients," especially us "trouble makers," are treated. See, after my 1st hosptitalization, age 20, the psychiatrists and counselors apparently wanted me to be a factory worker. Thing is, they took me off my insurance, so I couldn't afford the overpriced pills that had been prescribed. They also did a lot of electroshock and who knows what else, so I was dead eyed and burned out. To top it all off, I had some sort of serious health problems that made sustaining employment impossible, and that was before they set out to "teach me a lesson," etc.
Now, I'm 32. I'm physically health (miracle), smart (miracle), bright eyed, and normal. I can't work in large part because I was sick and obviously brain damaged when I coulda/shoulda/woulda been working and building a resumme.
So, I get disability. That usually=a life of varying degrees of poverty or, at best, very modest living. I live in what I guess is genteel poverty. My people now have status and more $$$, so I never go without and I live here in large part because I feel safe+comfortable here, with my parents.
They'll yell things like "move out into a trailer park," "trailer park f@ggot," etc., so there's clearly some social class issues going on here. Not to brag, but my parents have the big house in the neighborhood, the big yard, they're more genteel than the other people in the neighborhood, etc. I"m not saying that to be snotty, I"m saying that it seems to make the social class issues more intense, because now the "trailer trash f@ggot," as they called me, is living in a nicer and bigger house than they are, driving a decent car, etc. Plus, my parents used to be middle-middle class, so now they're I guess more upper-middle class, which is good--they worked hard, etc.--but it doesn't seem to sit well with a lot of people around here. I've heard the neighbors yell about "teaching the whole family a lesson," and getting my people fired from their jobs, etc.
What's frustrating is that my parents act like nothing's happening. My mom's beginning to realize that I'm not hallucinating, I'm not paranoid, and I'm not making things up. My dad just doesn't seem to get it. Then again, my dad doesn't like most people in the neighborhood, anyway, especially this particular set of neighbors. They got the house for cheap-ish from a friend years ago, which made my dad mad because of property values, etc., and they're forever making noise in their workshop, etc.
I'm rambling. I'm here to stay, at least through probation (2 more years...the count down has begun!), so something's gotta give. They keep screaming about "public defender" and "you have a FELONY!," when my dad hired a good lawyer and I got plea baragain-ed down to a serious misdemeanor (where i live, some misdemeanors are almost as bad, in terms of potential punishment, as low level felonies. Its crazy.). So, they're yelling lies at me and laughing and carrying on, and it gets...frustrating.
To top it off, I was expected to be "dead by 23." 9 years ago, when I had my big Crackup and landed in a "good hospital," where they did more shock treatments, people were saying that I had "6 months left to live." Now, God's moved mightily in my life and I'm healthy, healthy to the point that I even look a bit younger than 32 years old. Good for me, not so great for people around here, who call me a "freak," on top of everything else.
OK. That's about the sum of the situation, lol. They're quiet right now. I pray for them and I also pray for them to simmer down, because we have to be neighbors for the next couple years, minimum. --sigh--
Thanks for the replies and prayers.
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