dunno what to do,scared
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My mom is 86. she is not wheelchair bound,can hold a clear conversation,she's old but does not act like a typical old person of her age.She has aged a bit more since last time I saw her around 2 years ago,but not as much as I expected. Anyway,I have been taking care of her house since she bought a very bad deal of another home in Virginia at the ignorant urging of mom's sister Loretta,her other two daughters and brother in law.
I looked at the photos of the place,on the computer realizing Loretta's house was in a flood prone area,you have to go two steps UP to get to the sidewalk and the house mom wanted to buy next to Loretta's house was situated even lower than Loretta's is.I pointed this out.I was ignored because nobody in my family will listen to me because I'm the crazy,next I warned her NOT to take an ARM(adjustable rate mortgage) loan.Again I got brushed off because I'm the crazy. I felt like I was the only one who saw this disaster looming in the future both hers and possibly mine if she bought that place. Well she bought it without even personally visiting the home site.I told her to go to Virginia and look over the place, before she bought it in person ,again who cares what panther thinks he a loon.
Fast forward to about two years ago.My roommate Mike was informed they(my fuck hole family) wanted to sell this house,the one I am living in now. Never mind I took care of this house for a bit over ten years,and sell from under me.One of my sisters is stingy and greedy,the other lets her asshole husband spend money too much, For example say,they need a new TV,instead of getting a regular average TV,he has to get the biggest best top-of-the line TV.
Thus my sister married to asshole running a microscope repair business where money is come and go,has debt,and 2 kids one is doing fine in new york,the other has ADD and might have some other mental illness.Still lives with my sister and works. I hope whatever mental issues she has does not fuck up her life,and she won't be the new generations family scapegoat.
After being kicked out of alliance for doing a mural I was requested to do, it re-traumatized me.I had just had lunch with her and would of course side with alliance even though the the peer I was permitted to have present and the openly gay staff member were shocked at the abuse I was dished at that meeting.. I was not aware of how bad it all traumatized me to be screamed at by a vicious staff members,kicked out,fight the unfair decision this bitch made by getting hold of the county mental health board,and realizing mona Figueroa was not a neutral arbitrator that she was supposed to be.I saw she was in tight with this crazy director.I went to sarc during this time as they were abusing me. after that I spent six months holed up in here,depressed,I constantly cut pictures out of magazines,I have a big ass tubful. I called my mom the only person I thought I could trust, told her I was lonely, felt overwhelmed. Truth is I was kicked out of alliance so abruptly I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to the huge number of friends I made at alliance. That whole thing at Alliance re- traumatized the crap out of me.During this time, I felt utterly abandoned,alone. My sisters never came by to visit or call. For some reason I had a very hard time motivating myself,but the house was maintained.They had no clue I was this messed up,and I had no therapy at the time. But my mom,called my sisters apparently telling them what I was saying to her in what I thought was a private conversation.
One day last summer my sisters whom NEVER bother to visit or talk to me by their own volition, mom usually makes them assist me or check on me..called me up early one morning saying they wanted to take me to Baltimore.
I had no clue why and why it had to be so early that DAY(I had about 20 minutes to get ready.(not easy if you have a reverse circadian rhythm) and we left.They drove to Hearts and Ears,a support group I was familiar with.Apparently they had arranged this whole group home thing behind my back,a group home visit to push me into a group home ASAP. I had NO IDEA why they were doing all this.I was terrified.In the back of the car on my way to Baltimore groggy as hell,as my sisters talked to each other, ignoring my questions, like where are we going?(eventually I got the gist by overhearing them talk about checking out group homes to each other like I wasn't even there.)
So I got my pad out of my backpack I always carry, quickly wrote important questions to ask the group home directors, like,what's your medication policy?Are you christian run or funded by other sources if so what? Can you handle a transgendered person? Have you dealt with traumatized people,dissociation or multiples before?How long can I stay? Are you licensed or not? What kinds of clients do you help? Do you take in or have residents who have committed crimes,violent or not or any sex offenders ?Are you restrictive if I need my pain medication? Do clients steal? Any active addicts?how often is staff present.Is there a way to contact staff if I am in danger? Can I have pets,(2 cats and a Boa) ,How much will I pay to be there etc,etc.
By time we arrived I was furious and scared barely able to contain it. When I spoke to the staff,my sisters were pushing me so hard I couldn't even finish my questions(I had 20 total all were important to know)
I took the tour of the place.The place was rather claustrophobic,halls were very low ceiling and my shoulders nearly brushed the walls. The room was ok I wouldn't have a roommate because I am transgender,never got to see the main living areas, or meet the other clients to ask questions... they showed me quickly through until I saw they had a porch with a few chairs.On that porch I couldn't ignore this crap anymore I sharply told off my sisters for being so inconsiderate of me,pushing me ,trying to manipulate and not letting me finish my questions. I had no idea what part of the city this place was located,if it was a safe area or not,I sure didn't want to be standing in the middle of a gang war or the drug war.
I had no idea where or how I'd arrange therapy and continue treatment.I didn't want to leave the program who is the first one in my life to actually listen to me and respect me as a human being.I sure as hell didn't want to give up the best therapist I ever had..I don't want to leave my current therapist,she's actually helping me.I trust her.
Anyway I just roadblocked my sisters.I was not ready to get "put somewhere".
So we drove home and they both were very pissed I didn't just roll over and go there.
There were talks of plans to look at other places,but it never happened.
Come summer I had a very bad roommate a psychopath asshole matt dick who put false charges against me trying to kick me out of the house so he could control my home. I fought that legal battle BY MYSELF and I won,despite his abusive behavior and the failure of the legal system first time around all the stress of the process sending me to the hospital.(Note about this:I figured out what he was trying to do to me, Malicious roommates can try to claim domestic violence on a landlord renting a room in his own residence.Malicious roommate,attempts to get a restraining order,to keep landlord out of his own residence,and live there for free(since landlord cannot approach subject to collect rent) It is an abuse of the legal system and it's inability to recognize this scam,that can give a bad roommate control over your living space for free for 6 months,after that,they renew the order.)
After I FOUGHT that dispute and WON without help or any guidance from my family It looks like for me,making a bum decision my family never forgives me apparently.I am verboten from having roommates.Later the next year I would try roommates one more time, this lady was kind to me seemed responsible she FAKED it all for almost 2 years then after helping her out she thought she'd live here and she'd never pay rent and house her daughter here too. I got rid of both of them all by myself too.I can manage.They think I must be a perfect judge of character or I cannot manage. There is a lot of grey between those extremes,but for my family it's black or white.
Soon after that trauma was over with alliance the next month my sister the greedy stingy one comes over and announces she is selling my moms house,mom like a fool gave her rights to sell this house.Because I was dealing with the law,my stupid friend called my mom and told her everything despite me telling her NOT to. When I found out I had two weeks to get out,and the waiting lists for housing here at minimum are 6 to 9 YEARS I flipped the fuck out.Not in front of the sisters of course. I was told to give up my cats my beloveds,and my sweet boa girl,and be packed up to vacate in 2 weeks. That was when the house would be auctioned off.My sisters and greg the shit head and some of their buddies plopped a big dumpster in the front yard and destroyed the yard to make it a blank lawn to sell,Down went my bonsai-trained like mimosa that arched beautifully over the driveway. Gone was the small trees and mulberry trees I got delicious fruit from every year. I wanted to cry,the animals made my yard a refuge,and even to this day I see no fox,not many rabbits,no owls no squirrels anymore.In this house I have things that are part of my dreams like casting equipment,tools and a treadle sewing machine that WORKS.I had despite my problems grew into this place in my own way.
My grandmother left me a very cool wood antique wood stove that is both ornamental and functional it even has a cook top and isinglass windows to see the fire inside it. When my grandmother died she gave me that stove because we would sit by it as she told me stories and sometimes scary ones that had me laying awake all night.The stove is sentimental to me. and I a vase. My sisters and my mom got a shit load more than I got.Same thing when we sold the house on plum tree was sold I got a framed print and a chair.
Mom told me to hand over the stove to my greedy sister on the pretense she'd clean it and condition it but it was still mine. I have a gut feeling my sister was GIVEN my stove,and I'll never see it again.
No one wants to hear how I'd make it here without enough credit to buy oil,(um mm,stove people) and a no mow moss lawn and the solar panel credit that could add a value of 20,000 bucks to this house,and I'm eligible to get it insanely cheap. Never mind mom while she's alive would get a check from BGE and a big tax break too,Never mind this house is on the homestead tax this state just killed for people buying houses now,but I'd be grandfathered into it and pay mom's 1,000 and some change on tax for a single family home on 1/4 acre. Good roommates and adjustments to the budget I COULD live here .
Well anyway,I had two weeks to pack up EVERYTHING,over 10 years of life,here. While being scared of becoming homeless or put into a dangerous group home.My sisters assured me I wouldn't be homeless,that's like squeezing a scorpion in your had on faith it won't sting you.They did not tell me where I'd be staying.
I begged my mom to take control of the house AWAY from my greedy stingy sister.
She did.
As of now my mom still wants to sell the place I have tended to and was abandoned at,and have now learned to love,because she's 83 thinks or is convinced I can't take care of it(when greedy sister tried to auction it,the appraiser said it had MINOR cosmetic damage mainly loose tile in the bathroom,missing shutter and my art area has floor damage(even though when we tiled the basement.I made sure there were enough tiles to cover any that I would mess up doing art,I got us 2 free boxes of extra tiles)
I have tended this place over ten years,through severe traumas of being kicked out of and traumatized by a day program called alliance for no genuine reason,through good and bad roommates, all it is is minor cosmetic damage. I went through a bunch of loser roommates and got rid of 'em too and for a few years a few roommates paid up on time,and michael my old friend has not cheesed on his rent..He's lived here over 5 years.
Yet my sisters and mom are convinced I cannot manage here.
After being kicked out of alliance for doing a mural I was requested to do, it re-traumatized me.I spent six months holed up in here,depressed,I constantly cut pictures out of magazines,I have a big ass tubful. During this time,my sisters never came by to visit or call. they had no clue I was this messed up,and I had no therapy.
I did get the best therapist I have ever had In-My Life! and a day program that treats me like a human being,freaky flavors salty talk and all.I don't want to leave this program,I don't want to leave here,I have made a life here,I feel safe here,I can scream and yell,build a bonfire,set off fireworks and walk my boa while the neighbors who now know me walk their dogs,and I run shop tools at 3 am.I can use the outdoor clothesline to tye dye and rinse it well in the top load washer.I can play my music LOUD. I can close the doors and curtains and nobody knows I'm in my room crying. I can watch anything on TV without nosy people looking in. I can have friends visit.No one complains about noises. and if mom keeps the lifetime rights to live here and the trust fund for big repairs she once had set up,for me...I would continue to be ok here,ups and downs but ok.. I learned to love this place,I had plans whom even my therapist thought were not only sane but innovative to cut the costs of living here.
but...no.
my mom and sisters after I got kicked out of alliance(I think the director and assistant directors were not only homophobic but hated the fact I am well versed in psychiatric rights and clients turned to me,instead of her.)schemed behind my back to
get me out of this house.They told my longtime friend and roommate years before they told me.
Dammit I want to stay here.
I wish I had 180,000 bucks so I could buy this place away from THEM.
On SSI your primary residence is not counted as an asset. But mom doesn't bother to research the laws or read the news about the terrible things happening in group homes or to renters. Since I am the scapegoat of the family and the crazy they do not listen to me even if I am warning them of a dangerous situation,like not to buy a house on a flood plain with an arm loan to a woman who would have to be 100 yeas old to pay it off.
Greg the asshole is still the family financial whiz,he was gung ho about that POS mom got in Virginia. Even though I knew the housing crisis was coming,got my ex and I out of danger and sold that house with enough profit to pay off my ex's irresponsibly huge back taxes he owed.Nobody listens to the crazy freak with the 190 iq. fuck.
I wish my family were not a bunch of chicken shits,greedy selfish and self absorbed to the point I feel they are hardly worth my time anymore.I tried to reach out,but often it went ignored.then I gave up. Now they want to take the house away. Mom with my sisters to help could contest the loan,the fraud perpetuated on her.But they'd rather ruin MY life instead.
AAARGH!
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