I need to be in a place with very little chemicals and mold and no noise or cigarette smoke. I need a quiet, calm, chemical and mold free environment. And I need to be around others like me who don't think I'm nuts every time something like this is bothering me.
People who aren't sick like us, they don't understand. They think we're making too big a deal of the cigarette smoke or the noise, and we aren't. Or the awful chemicals neighbors will use to clean with.
I need special housing where they respect our illness and treat us with respect for our suffering and symptoms. Why is that the impossible dream?
Today, I got noise assaulted on all sides. I had the neighbor above me blasting the stereo, then the new people next to me heard it and blasted theirs even louder, then I had the mentally ill tenant screaming at the top of his lungs while all this was going on. My bedroom was rendered useless from the noise, and the sound carried into the rest of my apartment. And management is going to act like I'm making a big deal out of nothing. And on top of that, my bedroom now smells like cigarette smoke from the new neighbors. To me, that is not minor. That stink gets on your clothing and everything else in the room.
I'm so tired of being treated like I'm just that whiner, that crazy whining tenant who can't be around people. I can be around people just fine if they are quiet and don't smoke. But when they blast stereos, scream and yell, no I can't be around that. If they can't act civilized.
Well, that's my rant for the day. I'm hoping I don't have to move. But if they continue to blast stereos through my bedroom and the rest of my apartment, I might have to. And I resent being forced to breathe in their second hand smoke and having it all over me and my stuff.
People who aren't sick like us, they don't understand. They think we're making too big a deal of the cigarette smoke or the noise, and we aren't. Or the awful chemicals neighbors will use to clean with.
I need special housing where they respect our illness and treat us with respect for our suffering and symptoms. Why is that the impossible dream?
Today, I got noise assaulted on all sides. I had the neighbor above me blasting the stereo, then the new people next to me heard it and blasted theirs even louder, then I had the mentally ill tenant screaming at the top of his lungs while all this was going on. My bedroom was rendered useless from the noise, and the sound carried into the rest of my apartment. And management is going to act like I'm making a big deal out of nothing. And on top of that, my bedroom now smells like cigarette smoke from the new neighbors. To me, that is not minor. That stink gets on your clothing and everything else in the room.
I'm so tired of being treated like I'm just that whiner, that crazy whining tenant who can't be around people. I can be around people just fine if they are quiet and don't smoke. But when they blast stereos, scream and yell, no I can't be around that. If they can't act civilized.
Well, that's my rant for the day. I'm hoping I don't have to move. But if they continue to blast stereos through my bedroom and the rest of my apartment, I might have to. And I resent being forced to breathe in their second hand smoke and having it all over me and my stuff.