I tell my sisters these people are driving me crazy. I had to leave the house tonight. I had to get away. I got back home at 3:00 am. I go in my room that I share a wall with the old lady. She starts making rhythmic steady moaning noises designed to drive me crazy. The lady is in her sixties, no one is going to tell me she doesn’t k now exactly what she’s doing and deliberately does it. And earlier the other old lady manipulated me into losing power. Two minutes ago the guy upstairs who listens to my apartment has to walk out at 3:00 in the morning lording over his territory because he sensed my tired brain might actually have a little control. How can you deal with people like this? It’s impossible.
But no. These guys aren’t doing anything. They haven’t been doing this off and on for two years. The whole past two years was all in my head and they’re nice folk who wouldn’t dream of driving a tired old man crazy. It’s like my middle sister told me, I’m a hundred percent wrong and nobody’s bothering me and they never have. I drive through traffic 3 days a week and work among people for five hours. I come home and write 500 word essays for my class and take ten minutes to write checks to pay bills and take care of complicated 6 page forms for my Medicaid to be reviewed, I talk to tech support for 90 minutes trying to hook up my new printer and read 5 chapters in the textbook for the next assignment, cook myself dinner and surf the web, but apparently, I ain’t sane enough to know that I’m hearing the sickos around me playing me like a damn piano. When I stand in my living room listening, yes I’m making those noises up that are five feet away from me.
OR MAYBE they’re frigign bully psychopaths with no conscience who do the worst thing possible which is picking on a mentally ill person by playing with a disabled mind.
No, it couldn’t be that. These are the nicest neighbors I’ve ever had. May they rot in hell for eternity.
You can be as high functioning as einstein and still have delusional thinking or put too much into coincidences.
It’s not about what you’re achieving.
As long as you’re schizophrenic, odds are you’ll once in a while mispercieve something.
What would they get out of driving you crazy like that? Do you really think people have nothing better to do than try to bug you?
Maybe they could be more considerate with their amount of noise, but I highly doubt they’re doing it just to bug you, just because they sense you’re tired, or just to be mean.
I know if annoys you when I try to tell you what you’re perceiving isn’t true, becacuse to you it feels very real, but I just want to, once again, remind you odds are you’re reading too much into it.
You’re as convinced they’re doing it on purpose as someone who is convinced the CIA is spying on them is, but that doesn’t mean it actually is so.
I was convinced for 6 months my left arm wasn’t mine. I didn’t tell anyone, because I didn’t want someone to tell me I was wrong when I KNEW it didn’t belong to me. It belonged to a sister I’d absorbed in the womb, and her soul was inside me and controlled the arm when she wanted to. I knew it was the truth, and nobody could convince me otherwise. I had all the facts, all the evidence, after all…
I used to be super sensitive to noise when I was in university and lived in closely packed apartments. It got so bad that I had to wear earplugs or run a fan to drown out the noise otherwise I would be filled with anxiety and couldn’t sleep or study or do anything. With that said, I never thought that the noise was directed at me specifically, but rather that the walls were thin and sound readily traveled between apartments.
@77nick77. The noise from neighbouring apartments that you’re experiencing is likely very real. Drawing the conclusion that your neighbors are intentionally directing their noise at you specifically is more problematic. Can you discuss this with your therapist to see if they have any suggestions to help you better manage your reaction to the noisy neighbors?