Unannounced visit to my messy home
Posted: November 14th, 2022, 6:16 am
My home is a mess. However it’s better than it’s been in a few weeks. I’ve been doing progress. I live alone and I’m not too bothered with the mess, but enough to make me want to make it better.
Yesterday I had a bad day. My mood was off and I was so angry, for no good reason. But I managed to take a shower, get myself clean and do my hair. I went to a Christmas market on my own and also got some Christmas stuff at the mall. Things that would motivate me to continue cleaning, organising. My mood had changed, I was ready to go back home and get some stuff done.
When I sat down in my car I checked my messages, I had gotten one from a sibling that lives close by. “Hi, I went into your apartment to loan something from your pantry.. you can’t live like that. I’ll come over tonight to help you, is that okay?”
I wanted to throw up and started to cry immediately. I felt violated. I felt angry. I felt shamed. I felt stepped on.
I answered before leaving the parking lot. “No, it’s not okay. The mess is a symptom of something else and I will never get better if I have someone else do it for me. I’ve been alone and lived by myself for a long time and my home is a very private and intimate place. I don’t feel comfortable at all with someone, anyone, entering my home unannounced and definitely not while I’m not at home, who puts their judging eyes on my home and assesses the place based on their own values without having me there to defend myself. I’m hurt, feel trampled on and now I want to be left alone”
I turned my notifications off and drove home. I cried the whole 30 min drive. I parked and went inside, knowing my sibling probably could see me because they live so close by. I locked my door, didn’t even turn on the lights, and sat down on the couch without taking my jacket off. And I cried. And cried. As soon as I heard a sound outside I felt a rush of adrenaline. I was scared, scared that it’s them. It wasn’t.
They have a spare key for emergency’s. They can potentially enter my home at any time. I don’t feel safe. I feel like my freedom has been taken from me. I got a reply “I only want to help and you know that!!”. I cried even harder. Not even a “I’m sorry”.
I’ve struggled with shame my whole life. I’ve been shamed and bullied as a child. I’ve always been messy. I’ve always been a loner. Yesterday I could feel the ptsd shower over me from when I was shamed as a kid. It felt the same way.
It’s such a struggle to get better. It really is baby steps. The violation of my privacy from yesterday felt like someone had put sticks in the wheel of the bike I was riding. How I don’t feel like doing anything at all. The bags of things I bought yesterday is still in the car.
In therapy we talk about how to live not according to other’s expectations but to our own. That you have to start with finding out where we draw our own lines because that is how we can start changing. Little by little. Now it feels like I’ve been put inside a box of shame and that someone is screaming “you better adapt your way of living to our standards or we will judge and in the end push you out and leave you alone”.
This morning I got another text, “I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you. I didn’t meant to”. I still haven’t replied. I feel like I still haven’t processed it. I cried all night yesterday. Today my eyes hurt. My face is swollen. I still feel violated and very hurt.
The person knows about my mental health struggles and knows how messy things can get. They’ve helped me before when I’ve asked for it. But this time it feels very different. They went into my home without permission when I wasn’t there. It feels so unfair, I feel so judged and shamed. I feel like I’ve done something wrong and that I am a horrible person. I have no idea how to move forward. I really don’t want to speak to them, I’m so not ready.
Am I overreacting? I just want to run away and be alone but I have no where to go.
Yesterday I had a bad day. My mood was off and I was so angry, for no good reason. But I managed to take a shower, get myself clean and do my hair. I went to a Christmas market on my own and also got some Christmas stuff at the mall. Things that would motivate me to continue cleaning, organising. My mood had changed, I was ready to go back home and get some stuff done.
When I sat down in my car I checked my messages, I had gotten one from a sibling that lives close by. “Hi, I went into your apartment to loan something from your pantry.. you can’t live like that. I’ll come over tonight to help you, is that okay?”
I wanted to throw up and started to cry immediately. I felt violated. I felt angry. I felt shamed. I felt stepped on.
I answered before leaving the parking lot. “No, it’s not okay. The mess is a symptom of something else and I will never get better if I have someone else do it for me. I’ve been alone and lived by myself for a long time and my home is a very private and intimate place. I don’t feel comfortable at all with someone, anyone, entering my home unannounced and definitely not while I’m not at home, who puts their judging eyes on my home and assesses the place based on their own values without having me there to defend myself. I’m hurt, feel trampled on and now I want to be left alone”
I turned my notifications off and drove home. I cried the whole 30 min drive. I parked and went inside, knowing my sibling probably could see me because they live so close by. I locked my door, didn’t even turn on the lights, and sat down on the couch without taking my jacket off. And I cried. And cried. As soon as I heard a sound outside I felt a rush of adrenaline. I was scared, scared that it’s them. It wasn’t.
They have a spare key for emergency’s. They can potentially enter my home at any time. I don’t feel safe. I feel like my freedom has been taken from me. I got a reply “I only want to help and you know that!!”. I cried even harder. Not even a “I’m sorry”.
I’ve struggled with shame my whole life. I’ve been shamed and bullied as a child. I’ve always been messy. I’ve always been a loner. Yesterday I could feel the ptsd shower over me from when I was shamed as a kid. It felt the same way.
It’s such a struggle to get better. It really is baby steps. The violation of my privacy from yesterday felt like someone had put sticks in the wheel of the bike I was riding. How I don’t feel like doing anything at all. The bags of things I bought yesterday is still in the car.
In therapy we talk about how to live not according to other’s expectations but to our own. That you have to start with finding out where we draw our own lines because that is how we can start changing. Little by little. Now it feels like I’ve been put inside a box of shame and that someone is screaming “you better adapt your way of living to our standards or we will judge and in the end push you out and leave you alone”.
This morning I got another text, “I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you. I didn’t meant to”. I still haven’t replied. I feel like I still haven’t processed it. I cried all night yesterday. Today my eyes hurt. My face is swollen. I still feel violated and very hurt.
The person knows about my mental health struggles and knows how messy things can get. They’ve helped me before when I’ve asked for it. But this time it feels very different. They went into my home without permission when I wasn’t there. It feels so unfair, I feel so judged and shamed. I feel like I’ve done something wrong and that I am a horrible person. I have no idea how to move forward. I really don’t want to speak to them, I’m so not ready.
Am I overreacting? I just want to run away and be alone but I have no where to go.