I think it's mainly messed up body clock, and my health condition doesn't help. Bed in the middle of the night so sleeping in to get enough sleep. Then not enough time to go out before he's back. I guess there's definitely anxiety too, maybe some sort of PTSD? but I don't think I'm depressed. I've had depression in the past and it's not like that.
I suppose I might as well be honest about the neighbours. I'm so deeply ashamed. It's better going out earlier in the day to avoid bumping into any of them. Being honest I'm not a nice innocent victim. I was horrible. The one who tried to help. I was so scared and ashamed that I blamed him (the neighbour). Told him he was the problem, shouted about him being a trouble maker. I've also had tantrums (to myself) but probably audible about the loud neighbour. I wouldn't normally stress about neighbour noise but I'm so stressed anyway. I can imagine they disapprove of the violence but I'm quite sure, because of my meltdowns, they think I deserve the odd smack. They probably also think I'm pathetic.
With the police and (old) GP. I genuinely think they believed him. I didn't help. The timeline of it going wrong began when they came out and ended up calling the ambulance for mental health assessment. He told them I was suicidal because he wanted to leave me. He'd actually been violent that night but I was terrified of homelessness. I told the police I was scared of being homeless and I told them the tenancy was due for renewal and I needed him to sign it. I was thinking about him being arrested but they must've thought it was me being a bunny boiler. They only asked about physical violence (which I denied), actually that's all they've ever asked about.The paramedics called him into the ambulance to "support" me and he answered their questions for me (just jumped in) and lied.
The next time they came was when they asked for GP details. They actually came twice the same night. I called both times. I genuinely thought he was going to kill me as he was drunk, angry, and held a knife. But again when they arrived I was too scared to admit what happened. This was the female officers. They weren't very nice. They didn't hide their annoyance the second time. They mentioned not wasting police time.
I was actually calm when they arrived. He was emotional and drunk. He kicked a table in front of them and told them to arrest him but the police decided I was controlling him because he shut himself in the bathroom when they went to talk to him. I was scared he'd get arrested so opened the door. He'd said to me and the police "Don't you dare open the door". I was trying to calm him down, was saying everything's alright. He was on the verge of telling them himself what he'd done to me. I told the police I called them by mistake. I admit I was a bit too arrogant sounding maybe. I was just so scared of him being arrested so I really tried to downplay calling them. I think it played into his hands. That's the time the police referred him to a DA charity. They asked for my GP details but I think it was to say I was suffering mental health crisis. The surgery was more openly awful to me starting around that time. It could be coincidence.
Sorry, long rambled rubbish. I don't want the police involved again so it shouldn't matter. I suppose it's just unsettling.
I know it's not ok for any level of violence but I guess I'm safe for now as it's, whilst not nice, not dangerous just a shove or push.
My immediate plan. I need to go to bed early so I can get up earlier and try to finally go outdoors.