…and then there’s out to your neighbours… I’ve been having a rough time since I moved in, with one neighbour shouting at me and sending the occasional hostile letter. In the last few months I’ve woken up a couple of times to find some minor vandalism. Last week was a bit special, had one of my windows super-glued shut. 😦
This morning I was busy painting shoes and I could hear this neighbour complaining about me to others in my block which was pretty unpleasant. I turned up the music and kept my head down.
This afternoon I discovered that the local Messenger was running the story about me for Big Circle Arts and Mental Health week. Hence the sudden interest by the neighbours. (the last time I was interviewed by The Messenger, it didn’t run the story in my local area)
My first reaction is to feel ill. Stressed, exposed, discredited, humiliated, targeted. Feels like being back at school.
My second reaction (thank god for parts, they always have a different view) is defiance. I have nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m a decent person and a respectful neighbour. People can think what they like, I’m holding my head up and I’m happy with my life. Out is where I wanted to be.