I don’t know how it is currently but when I was going through the system, I had to share a room in group homes and hospital’s had no choice about who I would be sharing a room with. It seems weird now but back then I just accepted that, that was the way It was. We were all just thrown together. Luckily most of my roommates were pretty cool and i liked them.One guy didn’t like me and whenever I entered the room he would give me an unfriendly look, grab his ever present bible and go in our walk-in closet and shut the door. After a month of him glaring at me I told him,“Hey, you may not like me but I have a right to be here too”. I guess I wasn’t too fond of him either, especially when he would start preaching to me from his bible. But even that guy was better than the snorer. I lived in a house and shared a small room with a guy who was actually my co-worker at my hot tub job. He snored louder than any person I’ve ever met. Or even saw on TV or in movies. And he snored EVERY night. Every night we both went to bed early, but around 12:00 am he would start. Every night for months his snoring would wake me up. And once I was awake, it was literally impossible to fall back asleep when he was snoring. It was cloud and raspy. Every night. I complained to a counselor who could do nothing. So FINALLY I would go to bed and when he woke me up like clockmaker, I would grab my blanket and go to the living room and sleep on the couch. I thought it was unfair but what could I do. I’ve had many roommates. It is quite amazing that I got along with most of them, some even became friends.
My roommate that I had was probably a perfect match. She fell asleep really fast and never made any noise and I have terrible insomnia and they hadn’t yet put me on seroquel to help me sleep. She was really cool though. Glad I didn’t sleep with any of the farters or snorers. haha
Well I had roommates when I went to rehab…
The first one was a pretty cool guy from Philly who I got along with…we were very different but we got along as roommates. I feel bad though as we got to talking and he told me he had been sexually assaulted as a boy and I told him that I had as well…because at the time I truly believed I had been…I think this made him trust me and he felt a connection because of this.
A few years later when I had come to the conclusion that though I could remember these things that didn’t mean they actually happened…I tried to tell him that this had been a delusion and he wouldn’t believe me. He thought I was just in denial about it.
My next roommate after this guy was this hallucinogen addled ultra orthodox Jew from Mexico who I always made sure to pretend to be asleep when he came in for the night as if I didn’t he would try to talk to me about the planet he was really from…
My roommates in the hospital were pretty cool. I felt comfortable with them, safe enough to sleep and change clothes with them in the room. During my last visit I was so doped up at night it didn’t matter, I slept like I was in a coma. Sometimes I wonder how my roommates are doing, we said we would stay in touch but never did.
How can that room mate have showed his mercy by preaching to you from the Bible and not by his attitude of friendliness towards you. Most of the time, action speaks louder than words. It reminds me as a Christian, I need to have both good words and deeds. Thanks for sharing your story, 77Nick77.