Help.
My housemate is driving me nuts. This is the same one that I've written about before. The one that can't fucking clean to save herself. That I had to teach how to clean a toilet at the age of 26 and it still takes her 2-3 goes to get it to 'ok'.
I've been having my own issues lately that I've not really talked too much about on here. But includes my brother's custody battle with an ex that keeps taking protection orders out against him then fails to turn up at court. My 95 year old Gran being really sick one day, then fine, then calling in tears the next day because she wants to die. And my sister struggling with control issues and a new born (November). And Sunday was the baptism for the new born. Plus the owner of my sisters house put it on the market in January, wanted open houses e-v-e-r-y weekend, then decided he wanted sell it empty and on Friday decided not to sell but to jack up the rent by nearly 60%. And failed to tell the real estate agency that was renting it because he wanted to sell through his friend that is at a different real estate agency.
Can you say ARRRGGGHHHH? Because AAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
I was supposed to be getting support to get back into the work force after being signed off for some time on mental health grounds. I was getting better until I had the rug pulled out from under me again. The employment agency that Centrelink sent me to fucked me around for 6 weeks and I still don't have an updated CV. Currently dealing with offical complaints and trying to find a new company that will help me. (Includes a Disability Team case worker telling me that I 'don't look disabled'. Because cPTSD and Depression leave flashing fucking signs over everyone's heads.) The arseholes have caused 3 panic attacks in 3 weeks. When I hadn't had one for months.
Can you say double AAAARRRGGGHHHHH? Because Double AAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!
Yesterday and today have been not good days. Everything has hit me like a ton of bricks. I was catting (sitting on my bed in the sun) when my house mate came home. But I frankly didn't hear her because I was reading and possibly disassociating again.
(I lost about 4 hours to disassociating yesterday.) When the sun disappeared behind the skyscrapers, I made dinner and turned on the TV to have comforting white noise (aka NCIS) while I ate. She came out of her room claiming that she must have fallen asleep (don't care) and kept trying to get my attention by super fake yawning. I told her I don't want to talk or think, I just want to turn off and eat. (She knows all about the above and some other stuff I haven't mentioned regarding a massive joint event coming up soon. She actually took yesterday off work because Sunday was so stressful for her. She was at her parents doing bag stuffing for this joint event and admitted that she wasn't doing much because there was so much help there. )
Either one of us is allowed to say 'I don't want to human' and the other has to respect it. When she says it, I usually put the tissue box near her and then leave her alone. When I say it, I have to remind her that I don't want hugs, I just want to be left alone and usually close myself in my room after I have eaten.
Tonight after her 6th fake yawn, I shut my laptop, went into my room and shut the door. She starts knocking and asking what's wrong and I told her to leave me alone. Instead respecting my 'leave me alone' like an adult, she rushes into her room, slams the door and starts sobbing like I just kicked all the world's puppies.
I am so sick of having to constantly look after her fucking feelings when I am barely keeping it together myself. (Thank fuck my next therapy session is on Thursday. 2 more sleeps.) I just want to be able to 'not human' when I need to tune out the world without having to constantly reassure her precious fucking fee-fees.
So lovely people here, that are probably a little more level headed than I am right now, how do I tell a 27 year old woman to grow the fuck up because not everything is about her? I feel like I'm living with a teenager, not another adult.
(PS: she is currently on some kind of anti-depressant but frankly is not helping herself by refusing to get therapy at the same time to help with her own issues. It seems like her doc is just trying to up her meds but not insisting she actually see someone at the same time.
I am not on meds because my brain chemistry is already pretty weird and my doctor and therapist don't want to add anything to the odd cocktail known as my body.)
My housemate is driving me nuts. This is the same one that I've written about before. The one that can't fucking clean to save herself. That I had to teach how to clean a toilet at the age of 26 and it still takes her 2-3 goes to get it to 'ok'.
I've been having my own issues lately that I've not really talked too much about on here. But includes my brother's custody battle with an ex that keeps taking protection orders out against him then fails to turn up at court. My 95 year old Gran being really sick one day, then fine, then calling in tears the next day because she wants to die. And my sister struggling with control issues and a new born (November). And Sunday was the baptism for the new born. Plus the owner of my sisters house put it on the market in January, wanted open houses e-v-e-r-y weekend, then decided he wanted sell it empty and on Friday decided not to sell but to jack up the rent by nearly 60%. And failed to tell the real estate agency that was renting it because he wanted to sell through his friend that is at a different real estate agency.
Can you say ARRRGGGHHHH? Because AAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
I was supposed to be getting support to get back into the work force after being signed off for some time on mental health grounds. I was getting better until I had the rug pulled out from under me again. The employment agency that Centrelink sent me to fucked me around for 6 weeks and I still don't have an updated CV. Currently dealing with offical complaints and trying to find a new company that will help me. (Includes a Disability Team case worker telling me that I 'don't look disabled'. Because cPTSD and Depression leave flashing fucking signs over everyone's heads.) The arseholes have caused 3 panic attacks in 3 weeks. When I hadn't had one for months.
Can you say double AAAARRRGGGHHHHH? Because Double AAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!
Yesterday and today have been not good days. Everything has hit me like a ton of bricks. I was catting (sitting on my bed in the sun) when my house mate came home. But I frankly didn't hear her because I was reading and possibly disassociating again.
(I lost about 4 hours to disassociating yesterday.) When the sun disappeared behind the skyscrapers, I made dinner and turned on the TV to have comforting white noise (aka NCIS) while I ate. She came out of her room claiming that she must have fallen asleep (don't care) and kept trying to get my attention by super fake yawning. I told her I don't want to talk or think, I just want to turn off and eat. (She knows all about the above and some other stuff I haven't mentioned regarding a massive joint event coming up soon. She actually took yesterday off work because Sunday was so stressful for her. She was at her parents doing bag stuffing for this joint event and admitted that she wasn't doing much because there was so much help there. )
Either one of us is allowed to say 'I don't want to human' and the other has to respect it. When she says it, I usually put the tissue box near her and then leave her alone. When I say it, I have to remind her that I don't want hugs, I just want to be left alone and usually close myself in my room after I have eaten.
Tonight after her 6th fake yawn, I shut my laptop, went into my room and shut the door. She starts knocking and asking what's wrong and I told her to leave me alone. Instead respecting my 'leave me alone' like an adult, she rushes into her room, slams the door and starts sobbing like I just kicked all the world's puppies.
I am so sick of having to constantly look after her fucking feelings when I am barely keeping it together myself. (Thank fuck my next therapy session is on Thursday. 2 more sleeps.) I just want to be able to 'not human' when I need to tune out the world without having to constantly reassure her precious fucking fee-fees.
So lovely people here, that are probably a little more level headed than I am right now, how do I tell a 27 year old woman to grow the fuck up because not everything is about her? I feel like I'm living with a teenager, not another adult.
(PS: she is currently on some kind of anti-depressant but frankly is not helping herself by refusing to get therapy at the same time to help with her own issues. It seems like her doc is just trying to up her meds but not insisting she actually see someone at the same time.
I am not on meds because my brain chemistry is already pretty weird and my doctor and therapist don't want to add anything to the odd cocktail known as my body.)
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