These creatures neighbors occupying the floor below have been very audibly abusing their very young children and having daily violent arguments with each other for a ****ing year now. Don't know if they moved in then or if 'rona kept them confined to their flat too long so as to expose these glaring problems. Took a look at their doorbell this week to see that they are in fact not married and that the boyfriend must've been a recent addition just like I assumed, because I swear I did not ever hear this man until quite recently, but now it's impossible to NOT hear these monsters. One of their children is literal infant age, and the other must not be any older than a kindergardener. I can't understand their language but their screaming, stomping and disassembling of furniture from 8AM to near midnight has literally made me physically sick. My health has actually worsened because of them. I noticed that in the RARE quiet moments this house gets, I sometimes have noticeable tinnitus in my right ear, that's how loud they are. I also have more frequent migraines nkw. But that's not even the main thing. These poor ****ing children. It reminds me of my own abuse. I have bad C-PTSD and I've had moments where I've been sobbing into my pillow and having panic attacks whenever I hear these piercing, painful screams. They remind me of what my parents did to me. And I'm still living with said parents. I'm literally in hell here. My nightmares definitely got more violent as of late.
But like... Who cares right? DEFINITELY not my fellow neighbors! They literally hear everything I hear and don't do ****. Not ONCE have I heard another neighbor ring their bell and try to mend the situation, or even just complain. I KNOW they can hear it loud and clear. My parents? Those abusive freaks? They literally laugh at the situation. Yeah, sure, they are mildly annoyed by the noise. But the screaming and arguing is funny to them. When I dared to test the waters and complained to them about my literal physical pain in relation to their noise, they looked at me like I was a freak and, y'know, laughed it off. None of these cowardly freaks want to act on the situation, they'd all rather sit on their asses, let literal abuse happen right in front of them and then complain about not having any peace and quiet.
So where does that put me? Correct, as the ONLY PERSON in this entire household that gives even a pint-sized ****. Me. The sickly, lifelong abuse victim with severe trauma and a panic disorder. Not to victimize myself here, but you're really going to make my terrified leek ass go downstairs to these violent people and try to reason with them??? Like I don't have several panic attacks just listening to them from the discomfort of my own home? Like they couldn't break me clean in half like a lightstick if they wanted to? I'm deadass the worst person for this job. I'm trying to muster the courage to go down there, I really am, I can't just let this pass by me and let these people ruin two innocent lives like that, not in my mother****ing house. No human being on earth deserves to live under these conditions. I don't want any more children to end up like me. But I'm so woefully unprepared, what do I even say to them??? Bro I can't even make no doctor's appointment like what y'all want me to do here. Why does no one else care. Why does it have to be me.
(They've been screaming at each other the entire time while I was writing this text. Two hours and ongoing. It's 10AM.)
