I lucked out with my roommate. She is a peach. She is non-intrusive, yet caring. She was there for me during a major crisis. We agree on bills, etc. Plus, she can reach the high shelves. 😉
But, my roommate is moving out at the end of our lease at the end of August – which stinks. Now I have to find a roommate to fill her place. That person gets the master (I love my room and don’t feel like “moving”). And we will share a house.
I never know how much to reveal about my life, to anyone. Stigma has such an ugly head. It is hard when you are beginning to know someone to know how much you should tell them, let alone if you are going to live with them. You should be honest, I think, but I feel like I have to be careful – like if someone knew my real mental illness they wouldn’t WANT to live with me.
Life’s been weird lately. Commonalities with some new people in my life and stark differences with others. Trying to make being a barista work with my anxiety and panic attacks. Seeing my extended family. Yeah, it has just been weird and stressful, which is maybe why I am not sleeping well again. Or that I have had just a couple of setbacks.
I don’t like change. I doubt too many people with OCD do. We like patterns and rhythms and sameness. But here I am, again, in the midst of a major life change.
Does it ever get easier being an adult? I sincerely hope so.