I am on the edge

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Thank you everyone. *Hugs*

Yes, that warden is a moron. So are my parents, it seems. They agree what the warden did was very intrusive, with a complete lack of autism awareness etc. (they blame it more on lack of autism training than by simply him being unprofessional and very intrusive ).

My parents are also excluded when it comes to treating me the "right way". They tell people I don't act the way I do deliberately, yet they treated me like I was naughty and they completely ignored how I was asking them to treat me. I said it multiple times and they acted as if I didn't have a voice. Since my other thread ("Rummaged through my stuff" title) I have been crying day and night and sometimes haven't been able to stop.

I pulled a knife out on that day threatening to kill myself (I've never done that before) and my mother told the warden, who rung the police. Apparently the warden and the police were concerned I'd harm other people too (W...T...F?!?!?!?).

The whole thing is just completely f****d up.

...And NONE of it had to happen. I had packed about 95% of my things and had five days to go. My parents constantly nagged me and asked me the same questions, "Can we help you pack your things?" repeatedly. They fully know from a whole lifetime of me going mad when people touched my things, that the answer was blatently NO. I kept telling them "No", and "I will pack them if you leave me alone" and they kept asking me (to get me to change my mind). I pulled the knife out and threatened to kill myself because they were quite literally driving me crazy. I ended up breaking my things because my reasoning at the time was that I would rather damage them than let anyone else damage them. Gary picked me up and put me on the floor.

I despise my parents, I will never forgive them for what they have done.

As for the noisy neighbour, I've since looked into recording the noisy sounds for myself, but apparently you have to do it officially with the sound box provided to you by your local council. And guess what? They have to notify the noisy neighbour that they're doing it, which I think is stupid, as it's still recording sounds in your own home, it's just that the neighbours are loud enough that it INTRUDES into your own home.

And since then, my parents have kept asking me the same questions for other things, especially Gary.

I think the easiest way to drive someone crazy, is to act as if they don't have a voice or say in anything, and to deny everything you've told them and promised them. Gary (mum's partner) on the day of the move promised me I didn't have to pack anything that day, then angrily denied it.

Gary also told me that they wouldn't pack anything. They packed the rest of my things.

Gary also told me (specifically when I asked him) that everything on my bed would be left alone. They packed everything that was on my bed.

I lost my keys (I NEVER lose my keys) because everybody was packing things. I said to Gary that I'd lost them, then we went to his car and he started looking through all my bags (I didn't take my handbag with me that day, thank God). I said, "Why are you looking through all my things?".
(Sternly): "I wasn't looking through your things".
I weeped and said, "It's as if my things don't belong to me anymore."
(Silence)

My parents have been, and are continuing to upset me by denying they ever said those things above. They are also denying other answers that I've answered time and again before about other things. They are both acting together that it is all in my head. Gary never used to do this before, it was only my mother. For some reason he has for some reason teamed up with her and is acting far, far worse than she ever did. My mum wouldn't outright lie about several things and then deny she ever said them. She wouldn't angrily make out that *I* was the one who was making everything up. I asked Gary why he made those things up and why he did that to me, and he sharply replied "I didn't".

Think of that story of that poor bloke who was dressed up as a king for a day, then the reality was no longer so the next day, and these people teased him dressing him up as the king and then poor on alternate days and it drove him crazy.

My point is, constantly pretending and making up things as you go along to someone, changing and trying to manipulate them is about one of the cruelest things you could do.

I hate them both. I really f*****g hate them both.

You really shouldn't do that. Never expect anyone to care more for your own life than yourself. Sooner or later, they'll get fed up, and, either tell you you're manipulating them, or simply watch and not try to stop you. This is assuming you're still treated like an adult with a sound mind, with full rights and responsibilities. If not, they may stop you from killing yourself, but at the cost of any freedom you have now---you'll be treated like a little girl who can't be trusted with anything serious or dangerous, like a knife.

Yep, I learned this from firsthand experience, though you're probably bolder than me.



Your parents are your parents, no matter what they do. You'll always owe them your life, and the worst thing they can do is ruin it, so, in the absolutely worst case, you end up even with them---they destroyed what they themselves gave you, which they had no obligation to do.



That's how those essential rules of human interaction work: you have a problem with someone, you first and foremost tell them to their face so they have a sporting chance to retaliate whatever way they see fit, including physical violence.

Having noisy neighbours is just unbearable, I can't bear any noise at all to be honest. Where I am now it's pretty good but circumstances being what they are I'm worried that I'll be forced to move due to financial constraints. If anything is going to result in me being sectioned then it will be because I've completely lost it over neighbour noise. It's hard coping with anything in life when somebody can just intrude on your own personal space at any time of day on a regular basis with no warning.

Thank you.

Random door slams are pretty horrible. I hope you get to stay at your current place. Moving is stressful enough, without bumping into new noisy neighbours. I should know.

I've read so many stories of noisy neighbours on the internet, it seems to be in a lot of places.

There should be special flats and houses dedicated to quiet people, and loud people should be evicted quite easily. It should be the law that noisy tenants should:

a) Be recorded in the victims' place, without noisy tenants being warned

b) Be evicted quite easily, as mentioned

Noisy neighbours ruin lives. That is not an exaggeration. Victims shouldn't have to change their daily routine to avoid the noise around the clock. Victims shouldn't have to put up with door slamming, very loud sex and music. Victims shouldn't have to fork out on soundproofing their walls/ceilings/floors just because their neighbours are being antisocial and hostile.

The law ought to be changed. It isn't good enough.

I agree with you on this bit, Spiderpig. I think lots of suicides happen because of this.

I really need someone to talk to. I have no one.

You can send me a PM if you want.

Thank you, but, I really need someone IRL I can talk to.