I just got 5 phone calls in a row from the person who is angry that I called her out about selling the fish. It’s 2:50am. She called with a Private Name and Number and called 5 times in a row. Perhaps she is unaware that harassment is taken seriously in this state. At first I wasn’t going to say anything at all on Craigslist about what she was doing but then I saw yet another post from her. It’s insane really. Five phone calls in a row at almost 3am. Perhaps she is unware of technology today and how my phone company still logs the number that comes in. I may not be able to see it on my phone but the number is still logged and harassment is still illegal. I’m done with Craigslist.
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Very close to the edge. This is where I start saying, okay……… listen. I have to cut this, this, and this so all I have to deal with is this and this.
I’m so close to needing to go inpatient its scary. At this point I’m not accepting phone calls from anyone but Grace, Betty and the doctors. I talk to Grace once a week. I talk to Betty now about once per week, besides the woman takes me to services. I’ll still be going there.
There is no visiting nurse. There’s no nurses aide, no home staff other than the doctor. It’s just me and the cat right now. They’ll come here tomorrow morning for a treatment and stuff but as far as regular staff goes I don’t have any and won’t. That’s a relief to me. I’ve had enough of that. The friend that was to come here as my home health aide will not be working here either.
You know, the thing is, I’ve been lonely here. I’m pretty much hospitalized at home. I see my doctors, I see some friends that drop by but I’m here a lot without the presence of friends. I rarely get to go to services anymore because I can’t sit that long. I’m lonely and It felt like I needed at least one friend in the building, someone I could go talk to, chat with and get out of my apartment for just a little bit. I felt like I needed one person whose house I could run to just to get out of mine. Since he’s not on some government watch list like EVERYONE else in my building, I figured he’d be a better choice. Also, once he moved in and I realized he’s part of the local aquarium club I belong to then I was Gung ho about hanging with him. The other plus I saw was that I thought he was straight gay. That’s not the case either.
Most of my experiences with this person have been negative which begs the question: why do you hang around him? The answer is: I don’t know.
He minimizes ‘everything’ I say. I feel like crap by the time we part. He says things that are completely inappropriate towards women and black people. It makes me wonder, why do I keep taking it and taking it? What’s wrong with me? Why don’t I just tell him to leave me alone? I’ve never even told him that I’m bothered by what he says. Now if I do it feels as if my worries and concerns will be seen as dramatic and over the top. It feels like it’s going to be my fault. I can handle those short term feelings but I cant’ handle the down right painful things he says to me. The last thing he said, the last straw was the following:
Slovenly neighbor: Fat girls are like mopeds, they’re fun to ride until your friends find out.
Me: Did you forget you’re talking to a ‘fat girl’ when you said that?
I don’t even know why I have conversations with this man, when I talk to him I’m just angry! Why do I even talk to him? It is senseless to talk to him.
I am tired today. I’m exhausted and worried and my mind is heavy.
I cannot keep doing this. I just want to stop. I want my head to stop. I just want to stop.
Well, it wasn’t an epic fail but it certainly has not been a good day.
The day started off just fine but progressively got worse. I tried to stay positive but when my doctor called saying she wants to see me Monday morning it was hard to put up a brave front. She never said why and I didn’t ask. I figured I didn’t really need that information. What can I do with it for the next few days but sit with it and go over it in my head? There’s absolutely nothing I can do in the next few days about whatever it is she has to tell me in person. She said she needs to see me and that’s enough information for now. The rest will come later. I fight back the tears trying to keep that appointment out of my head. Directly after she comes here I’ll leave for therapy.
All of this took place in the bank full of people. The manager talked to me from across the room in a loud voice.
I went to the bank today to get a statement so I can renew my benefits and keep food on the table as well as keep my medical insurance. When I went to the bank all hell broke lose. That’s typical of my life so I wasn’t really that caught off guard by it all. I went in and I asked for a print out, that’s when I was told (from across the room where everyone could hear) that I couldn’t get a print out because I’m an employee of 53rd bank and unable to come to a branch and print out my statement. I said, I’m not and have never been an employee. She turned to me and said, we have you listed as an employee of the bank AND an employee at 53rd bank. The manager asked how this could have happened if its not true. I said, we need to talk to the guy who changed things on my account about a month or so ago.
Three times the manager asked me if I’m an employee there. I said, I haven’t worked since 1992. She said, in front of everyone, “I wish I were you. I wish I didn’t have to work since, what 1992?” I said, ” You mean you wish you had debilitating Lupus and Fibromyalgia?” She said, “Oh, I didn’t mean that. I just meant I wish….. never mind.” The people in the store shook their heads like, “Good for you for that reply.” I couldn’t believe she said that in front of all of those people.
That was the easy part of my banking experience. Now for onto fraud and being stripped of my account.