My housemate turned the living room into a gym, and he’s having friends over all the time to use it with him. I just went to ask him to stop dropping the weights (after asking him yesterday) and he was in there with 2 friends today with the door closed. The living room is a connecting room between the rest of the house and the kitchen/bathroom. And it’s right next to my room and they keep dropping weights on the floor, which is part of the reason why I’m feeling so much jarring floor vibration lately. The other reason is because 2 new housemates moved in who also stamp through the hallway, which runs along another side of my room and right behind my computer desk.
There’s nothing I can do about it, because none of the services who should care don’t. I reported the breach of lockdown to the police a few times already, and did again just now. Whenever I say anything to the council about the terrible things which my housemates do, they don’t care either.
It’s robbing me of one of the most important things I had for structure and a lot else, and have relied on for so long— interacting with people through wordpress, and the creative outlet of writing on here. Now I don’t have much creativity or will to write anything because my emotional state/thoughts are so regularly interrupted, and I have anger bubbling up all the time. It makes dealing with OCD impossibly harder.
All I can do is keep surviving, keep finding ways to get through it, even without writing and without the social interaction I got through wordpress. Nevermind the podcast I’ve had to abandon…I have to deal with the fact that this environment is ripping away so much of my life. And no amount of optimism or adaptations can change that fact.
I have a very good local friend who helps me a lot, and a few more I know remotely. And in a couple of days I should be waking at 2am and sleeping in the late afternoon again, so I’ll be able to sleep through the worst of the disturbance hopefully (thanks to the depth of sleep with antidepressants and ear plugs).