Long story short…following three years plus of living in “transitional housing” for Indigenous women and children escaping DV, my girls and I were finally placed in a beautiful new home.
Last month, the property nextdoor was “repurposed” to house two obviously unwell men. Fair enough - everyone needs to live somewhere; I know that better than most.
Unfortunately, it’s been an absolute nightmare. Banging on our doors and windows; pissing and spitting and wolf-whistling over the fence; gratuitously and distressingly loud sexual talk/masturbation; aggressive and explicit ranting.
The “carers” don’t give a shit and are only around sporadically. They initially gave me their number, but after a couple of weeks sent me a message out of the blue to “call the police if anything happens. Let us know if you do…we won’t be able to attend though.”
I’ve jumped through every bloody hoop in existence to get my children into a safe place…but there goes the neighbourhood. My youngest said tonight that she doesn’t feel safe here now. Honestly, we’ve been through too much…I feel at this point that I want to smack these fuckers in the face…I don’t give a shit how mentally ill they are…don’t scare my kids with your sick fucking gratuitous intentionally loud wanking…funny how they don’t do that shit when the carers are actually around 😩