About a week after moving in, I was sitting in the living room watching television. All of a sudden, it sounded like someone kicked the front door. About 5 minutes before I had taken the trash out. I looked out the front door and I didn’t see anyone. I went outside and didn’t see anyone on the street. I was scared. I called my dad and he told me to call the police. So I did.
My parents arrived before the police officer. When the police officer arrived, he told me some very important information. I didn’t know who had kicked the door. The police officer told me about what had happened with the previous renters. The previous renters had had some problems with the neighbor that lived next to them. The neighbor was hearing loud music and accusing the other neighbors of doing it. The police officer told me that this neighbor had been caught throwing rocks at the house at night and yelling for the previous renters to turn down the music. The previous renters had been asleep at the time that the neighbor started throwing the rocks .
At that point, I had already signed a year long lease and so I just had to hope that that situation wouldn’t happen to me.
The next week, I had gotten home from work at 10:00pm. I lived an hour away from my job, so I would leave the house at 5:30 am and usually get back home around 9:30pm. When I got into the house, I was sitting my things down and then my door bell rings. I go to the front door and its the neighbor that had thrown the rocks at the house with the previous renters. The neighbor asks me if I had been playing loud music all day. I told the neighbor no and that I had just gotten home from work. The neighbor asked me if I had an alarm clock that had been left on. I told him no. I used my phone as my alarm clock and I took my phone with me to work. The neighbor then went to the other town house on the other side and asked them if they had been playing loud music.
The next week, I met some of the other neighbors. I asked them if they had heard any loud music. None of the other neighbors had heard any loud music. One of the neighbors told me about the problems that they had had with the neighbor about loud music. That neighbor said that they had not been playing any loud music or heard any loud music.
Over the next 2 years, I had a lot of problems with that particular neighbor. I was woken up at night by loud banging on the wall that connected our town house together. One night I heard the neighbor yelling to turn down the music from outside. I couldn’t see the neighbor when I looked outside. I was woken up one day by loud classical music.
Looking back on the situation, I was meant to be in that town house. I was actually looking to rent the house to the right of my town house. I put in my application for that town house and some how my check got lost and returned to me. When I called the realtor, she stated that since she hadn’t received my check that she had rented the town home to another renter. The next week, I found out the town house right next to it was up for rent.
Also looking back on that situation, I feel like the neighbor might have had a mental issue or illness. No one else was hearing loud music.
I now have sympathy for that neighbor. While going through the situation, I was scared. I was scared that that neighbor would snap and lose it one day. Since the neighbor thought that I was the one playing the loud music, I was scared that the neighbor would eventually hurt me.
How scary would it be to be hearing loud music that no one else is hearing?
How scary would it be to admit to yourself that you may have a mental issue or illness?
It was probably easier for that neighbor to blame the other neighbors than to admit that something else was going on. I know that it would be easier for me to blame the other neighbors.
I don’t know if I would have the courage to admit that I was hearing loud music that no one else was hearing. I would be afraid to take the medication. I would be scared of the side effects of the medication. I would be scared that the medication might not work. I would be scared of having to tell people about my mental illness. I would be scared of the changes that the mental illness would bring to my life.
Thankfully mental illness can be managed well with help.
There does need to be more mental health hospitals in the country.
When I wanted help for my eating disorder, I wanted to find a therapist that specialized in eating disorders. At the time, I wasn’t able to find one in the Atlanta area. I found group meetings for eating disorders but I wanted one on one help.
People who get help for their mental issues or illnesses are courageous. It takes guts to admit that there is a problem.
I do hope that the people who bought the house after I moved out aren’t having any issues like I had. I wanted to tell them about the neighbor but the landlord really wanted to sell the house. So I kept my mouth shut. I did tell myself if they asked me then I would tell but they never asked.