Normally I tend to write massive walls of text, but it’s Tuesday morning, I just woke up, and the drunks I live with - my friends, who give me this place to stay, as I ended up here after losing my home due to autistic burnout - are already partying. And I’m just so fucking sick of it. The nonstop chaos. Adults in their 30s, 40s, and even their parents in their 60s and 70s acting like idiot frat boys. The inability to maintain a sleep cycle, or ever know who the fuck will be in the house. Not knowing if the bathroom was suddenly “cleaned” at 2am due to a puke scene like something out of The Exorcist, or whether it was just because some drunk got a wild hair and decided to remove all the towels in the middle of the night.

There is so much more, of course, including the usual NT bullshit of blaming me for my problems when in reality, I know what I need to do in order to be healthy, and I’m consistently blocked from it by people who have devoted their lives to substance abuse.

The worst part of it all is watching their kids get the short end, because their parents are more concerned with being drunk than with being present. I love those kids. And there’s very little I can do about it - doubly so because their drunk parents leave me so fucking burned out that I just don’t have the energy.

As for me personally, I’ve been stuck like this for four years. I’ve almost built a way out - slowly and painfully collected all the gear so I can work from my car (I do remote tech, but am completely unable to think at the house). My car is so close to exploding in a million pieces it’s not even funny, so that’s the next challenge. All the gear works, but if that car dies I’m right back to square one with no safety valve to get the fuck away from these people.

I guess this became a wall of text, but my main intent was to kick off a vent thread for anyone who’s been in this situation.