u/ConclusionNaive9772

I live in a little block of connected townhouses. The walls aren't super thin, but its still apartment living and I still hear glimpses of my neighbors from time to time.

I've gathered from talking to the woman who lives next door that her, her long term partner, and her partner's son all live there. The son has extensive trauma from when he was in the care of his mother before moving in with them.

I acknowledge that I don't know what goes on behind closed doors. But from what I can see and hear, the son hates this woman. This week the cops have been called twice (its Tuesday) because when she tries to get him to go to school he gets physically aggressive and starts breaking stuff and screaming that he's going to kill her (verified by my ear on the wall at 8am). The dad is of course at work and the stepmom is just left to handle it all by herself.

It just sincerely sounds so fucking exhausting to take care of a child just for them to hate you. Some of the fights I've heard have also been her telling him to make his own sandwich for lunch (he's 10-12) and her "not letting him" see his mother (there is a court order due to harassment and theft).

I will be on the other side of the wall cringing in pity and drinking my coffee. Maybe with some noise canceling headphones on...

I recently got my sleep study results back. I do not technically have apnea (hypopnea index was 3.2, so not high enough for apnea, but my SpO2 dropped as low as 78% and I had about a half hour with 88% or lower).

My provider prescribed oxygen for overnight usage. I guess I'm just wondering what to expect. Any tips for adjusting? Will it help me feel better during the day?

(Obligatory I have been in trauma based therapy for 8 years, I go regularly.)

I know that its trauma and how I was raised and treated. But I can't seem to let go of my own shame and self hatred.

I work a social services job and am constantly thanked. I had a client this week tell me how even if I can't find resources for her it was everything to just have me talk to her and not be judgemental. I taught a budgeting class today and received positive feedback from a client who I didn't think liked the class (his hearing aide died partway through and I was worried he missed too much even though I was trying to keep him up via writing on a dry erase board). It doesn't touch me. It just feels like giving to others is the price I have to pay for being alive.

My partner loves me and tells me all the time that he's proud of me. My dog gets so excited when I walk in the door that he doesn't even bark, he yells. I know I am loved. But I still just feel like a waste of space. I'm safe and everything-- but I live everyday with the belief that I'm worthless and that there is something wrong with me at the core, or everything that has happened wouldn't have happened to me.

I'm so tired of hating myself. I don't know how to stop.

I have lived in my current complex for a little over 3 years. They, as a rule, refuse to fix things. It once took them over a year for a maintenance request. When we got roaches last year as a result of a neighbor's infestation, it took them 3 months to send pest control. You get the idea.

I was told yesterday that sleep study results came back and I need to be on oxygen overnight. The issue is that half of the outlets in our room don't work, and the only directly by our bed sparks and heats up until it shorts if its used. I reported this in August of last year, but here we are.

My partner and I have both called, I have put in a portal request, and I have emailed for confirmation. I have documentation of all of these. ​However, we are all aware that they're not going to fix it. My current plan is just escrow, but part of me is hoping that because its related to a medical need I could find a way to break lease. The buyout is insanely high so I can't just go that route. Any advice?