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I have been living in a well-known apartment program since November 5, 2001. I came to it directly from a psychiatric ward. I came into this apartment program looking for a refuge and a chance to start over. I was mentally and emotionally in pieces when I came to it and I admit I have benefited from being there.
Bad counselors
I have experienced an exceptional amount of unfairness from counselors. There was one counselor who would come around and gossip, make me clean other peoples chores, and miscount medicine, which made it look like I wasn’t taking it. To this day I don’t know if it was because of her senility, or if she just enjoyed making problems for me. This lady would harass me about certain things that other people didn’t get harassed about. She would also insinuate that I was stupid. I would get anxiety attacks when she came around.
She wasn’t a good counselor at all. Even though she bragged about being a registered nurse for many years at a psychiatric hospital. I wouldn’t be surprised if all the patients she served got ten times worst after being in her care.
She even called me loose (whorish) to my roommate, and she had no reason to say that about me. She swore she knew everything about everything, and was the best at her job. Her behavior showed otherwise. I dreaded her visit because she upset me every time. I complained about her to her superiors, and nothing was done.
My fiancée has the same counselor. She miscounts his medicine and said inappropriate things about sex to him.
She has her favorite consumers, but it’s not supposed to be that way. Everyone should be treated the same.
Roommates from hell
One roommate tried to poison me. I spent all night in an emergency room drinking charcoal. All the staff did was have her hospitalized and moved to another apartment. They didn’t even care if I had long term stomach problems.
Another roommate started a fire in the kitchen. Thank God I saw her or I would have been roasted.
My current apartment is the worst out of the first two. The apartment is like a brothel. My roommate has more men going in and out of her room than a strip club. She calls chat lines, staying on the phone for hours at a time. When the big phone bill comes or the phone gets disconnected, she claims she had nothing to do with it. I have had to go use a pay-phone because of her overuse of the phone.
She leaves bodily fluids all over the bathroom. She does not do her chores. She burns incense in her room when she is not supposed to. She leaves traces of food on the phone. She walks around the apartment half-naked all the time. There was even a time when she ran out of the bathroom nude to get the phone when it rang. She has no consideration for her roommates, and she obviously has no self-respect.
She is rude to people who call for me on the phone. She lives like an animal.
I have complained and nothing is done about it. It’s not fair that she can have strange men over whenever she wants to have loud sex. I am allowed to have only one visitor over three times a week and the landlord keeps tabs on the visits.
There is another apartment upstairs from the same agency. A woman lives there who has men over all the time just like my roommate. I see and hear the men calling her from outside all the time.
The other day I was trying to go out the front gate and the woman upstairs was blocking the gate. She saw me coming, and yet would not move, so I said excuse me. As I closed the gate behind me, she cursed me out.
My fiancée’s roommate has his friend living in the apartment. This guest is left alone in the apartment when the rules say it’s not allowed. But if I sleep there more than twice a month it’s a big thing.
Conclusion
My fiancée and I have been trying to get into couple housing for a long time, but the person responsible for the paperwork keeps letting our medical forms expire. We end up having to run to clinic after clinic to have medical procedures done over. We can’t take waiting any longer. We mentally can’t take living where we are anymore. And while we’re waiting for the paper work to go through, something always comes up. We end up being told we can’t live together because one of us isn’t doing what we’re supposed to. It’s very stressing.
How can people be expected to progress and get somewhere in life when their home life is not sanitary or fair? A home is supposed to be a place that is stress free. I have learned from past experience that when a person’s home life is not good, all other areas of his or her life suffer.
I am tired of living in these deplorable conditions, and so is my fiancé. He can’t even get his counselor to hear him out. She cuts him off before he can even finish expressing his concerns. Only God is in the position to know what someone is going to say before they say it. Is this the way an apartment program should be?