There are conversations within the residentially challenged community that not all of us are the same. There are factions, or tribes if we were in prehistoric times.
Many of the agencies who 'help' with housing have a list of criteria you must meet to get their help. Much of the criteria is built off of people who are down on skid row.
Many of us are not there and never will be.
I am a sensitive person. My psyche is very heightened. I can't be around or exposed to certain types of people and lifestyles because I get very irritable. Mental illness is one of them. I feel guilty because I get angry around mentally ill people. I can't help it. Not outwardly. More inwardly. But all the same I have bad thoughts. Living in shared living spaces with homeless women you are bound to come across a few who have emotional problems. Since they changed the program over, they illuded that they would be taking in these kinds of clients. I noticed a new one showed up a few days ago. I don't want to eat in the dining room when she is there.
I today found out she is on my floor.
When I am ready to wind down and relax she is laughing very loudly over and over again. This goes on for HOURS! I am getting angrier and angrier. I go to the staff and ask if they can tell her to be quiet. The staff person tells me to get ear plugs because 'this will be an on going thing.' Time to invest in those bluetooth headphones.
My rage will be an on going thing.
I have to get out of here IMMEDIATELY!
It's sort of funny how this sick woman is the catalyst. I mean I have to move out anyway. But this is going to make it more urgent. I don't want to jump and move anywhere. Because I need quiet.
I am praying to find a quiet place to live for a long time.
Pray for me.
