His coping mechanism is to squeak, take loud sharp breaths and squeal like a big. And jumping. Oh god the jmping when I'm sat downstairs it sounds like hes about to come through the ceiling.
I can't live like this anymore. I'm constantly on edge and shouting. I'm not a patient person and I feel like my peace is constantly beig interrupted in my own house.
I can't relax in my own home.