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Hiya, so I moved out when I was 16, and lived in hostels until I was 18, when I was lucky enough to be given my own flat. It is a gorgeous flat, with a balcony, I had lovely neighbours that I got on with, I have a local shop, Indian, Chinese, Hairdressers and 2 pubs all about 50 feet down the road, and a Co-Op, another two pube within 300 feet and the highstreet and train stations about 15-20 minute walk away. I genuinely couldn't be better positioned.
And yet, in 5 years it has gone from my dream place to hell on Earth. Gradually the neighbours I knew and loved have moved out.. some for health reasons, some to get their own places and some to be closer to family. Since this whole block is owned by a Housing Association you never really know who you will get next. Anyway, I was the first person to move in with mental health problems. Since then, everyone in the block has moved so there are new people in every block, and every single one of them has mental health issues.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am fine with people who have mental health issues, I have lots of them myself. But this block is getting extreme, and there are three people in particular who rub each other up the wrong way and are constantly causing arguments. I have had to dial 999 over 60 times this year already, and I must have called the non emergency police number hundreds of times over the past three years.
Opposite me we have: Wannabe Sheep Killer. This fine young gentleman believes he is possessed by the devil. As such, once morning I hear him coming upstairs with a LIVE SHEEP. His plan was to sacrifice it. Fortunately I got the police and the RSPCA there in time to save the sheep... but since he doesn't drive and we live in a City I would love to know where he got it from!!!!!
Below him we have: Cut Throat Dave. Dave has a tragic past, admitedly, but he shows up on your doorstep and slits his throat. And since he has HIV from sharing needles you have to get the special cleaners out to deal with the mess. I was literally holding his throat together a few weeks ago. The problem is, he doesn't want to die, he wants attention, but he doesn't really want proper help. He also falls asleep drunk and stoned when cooking things and regularly sets his place on fire.
Direcetly below me, we have: Crazy Coffee Lady. She is harmless and quite funny really. When she first moved in and I introduced myself, I said 'Hi, I am Hayley, I live at number (such and such)' and she said "I put my coffee away this morning" and walked away. Seriously. And then, since I live right at the top of the block, when we had a thunderstorm she knocked on my door at 2am with a metal mug asking for access to the room (which I don't have) so she could collect electricity to put in her electric meter. !!!!!!.
Is it bad for me to want just peace and quiet??? It is constant drama in this block... it is so bad that the police and fire brigade will no longer enter without the police for back up. I wish they would stop putting all the mental people in one place just so 'normal society' doesn't have to deal with us!! The stress of it all makes my mental health issues worse, Dave and Clive get into fist fights, the police get chainsaws out at 3am to get into various flats.. tell me how anyone is supposed to remain at least a little bit sane in this mad house
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