Friday May 23, 2014
I’m at a local library at a neighboring suburb today.
So, let me tell you about life at the women’s shelter. Like just about anywhere else when your living with a bunch of women there will always be some you get along with, some you don’t, some you just can’t stand, or some that you just can’t stand & avoid at all costs. Yup, this happens everyone no matter who you are. Because all of us women come from very different backgrounds, nearly all of us come from a background of SEVERE abuse either domestic or childhood. Then a small percentage suffered what I term “a natural disaster trauma” like the one lady, who lost her house in a fire. Hope to Jesus she had insurance or something. That last one I mentioned is real bad. I think this particular lady copes with humor & medication. She seems to be taking everything in stride, but then again you just never know what is going on inside the head.
For me it hasn’t been easy either. There are at least 2 that I just don’t like. One is an older woman petite, White, however she is the resident from Hell & somewhat of a control freak! As an adult survivor of childhood abuse? This particular one freaks me the hell out! I will give you all out there an example:
So I’m sitting at one of the computer stations that the shelter has (donated by the local Rotary Club) I’m searching for housing which isn’t easy since there is a real tight affordable housing crunch going on these days.
I had a list that was on some paper listing some affordable housing addresses along with their websites. I’m in the habit of going to kiosks at where I may be & grabbing any & all information on where to go for affordable housing. I pick up so much information that more often than not I just don’t remember where I got which piece of info from where.
I had such a list propped up on one side of the computer.
The fellow resident a woman looks over my shoulder (something which I really hate) and says in a very accusing tone the following:
“Where’d you get that from?” (referring to the list I had propped up on one side of the computer) I’m thinking “What a nosy little bitch she is” this was what I was thinking. What I actually said was: “I don’t remember where I got this paper from” which was true. Then this woman says: “Well no one gave me that kind of list”
This made me angry, and I’ll tell you why everyone.
First of all no one GAVE ME ANYTHING! I keep my eyes & ears open for information that will help me along in getting the housing that I need. And as I’m typing this I think I am remembering where I got the list from, but what does that matter. I’m just sick & tired of controlling people & their damn accusatory statements.
So what would be the solution?
Go & talk with staff to send out a sort of blanket statement about minding ones own business.
Keep more to my damn self! Which means spending a whole lot less time in the commons area which is an area where the residents dine & where the computer stations are located.
Spend more time at my cubicle which is where I also sleep, listening to my music, reading, and once my laptop is fixed watching a DVD.
Also I need to start coming back to the shelter a little later (the curfew there is 10:30PM)
I mean really! Since when is it okay to police what I do? especially when all I’m doing is trying to figure out where the hell to stay, where I can live in PEACE!
My Mother who has been a great big support to me told me that these women are jealous of just about everything & that they will nit pick, they are unhappy (well so am I to some extent, you don’t see me whining) I have no time to deal with “others stuff” Cause I have enough of my own thank you very much!
This other woman is pure diva! She is impatient, doesn’t like doing chores, and intentionally leaves things undone. Perfect example was this morning when she left the compost sliding door open ALL THE WAY! and stomped off back to the dorm claiming that she forgot where the compost bags were (that’s her chore). She has a temper & expects everyone to PAY ATTENTION TO HER! And when you don’t she gets mad. I’ve seen it. Yet she makes no effort at sitting down at the table to talk to anyone, then she just doesn’t have ANYTHING to talk about. She is all silliness & worse a compulsive liar. So guess what? I avoid her all together because to me she’s trouble. I go to great lengths to keep my distance from her. I don’t have time for that!
Looks like in staying here I got MORE than what I bargained for in that I’m around other women’s constant negative energy!
I think I’ll be eating out tonight.
Tune in for more of this damn soap opera you all! What a person has to go through when they don’t have money & they need a place to stay!