Effectively Homeless

I woke up at 5:30. I forgot to take my Bipolar Meds so I had a buzz in my head. I took my meds and fell back asleep and woke up about an hour later to the sound of Bro stomping up and down the RV. BA spent the morning yelling at him until it was time to go to school. When she got back she cried by herself in her room.

I’ve spent the morning in my shade tents watching INSP, drinking coffee, and vaping THC. It’s 78F heading to 100+. I’ll spend the day out here with a fan.

I’ve lost most of my motivation to do anything productive. I work because I have to so that we can stay here. This is the best I could do, to get BA into her own place. This is what she asked for, but it isn’t going to work. Bro’s behavior is worse not better. We hope that medication will help, but I think the problem is beyond her ability to cope with.

It’s 6:30pm, Thursday, July 14, 2022. It’s 101F. I am effectively homeless. I live next to the RV, not in it. I take a shower every 3 or 4 days, using wet wipes for daily maintenance. I have an ice chest now, so I have cold milk, sodas, and mayo. I couldn’t keep it in the fridge, because Bro gets into the fridge dumps out things, drinks from the milk container….

Bro won’t keep his clothes on. I can’t do anything about it. I can’t even babysit. BA doesn’t trust me. She’s afraid my anger will have an adverse effect on him. Even though she yells and slaps him (gently). It’s ok. I don’t think there’s anything she can do. Well, not until she allows someone to help. Maybe CVRC?

He sleeps in the front, she sleeps in the back, and I sleep outside. I live outside. But it’s ok. I could drive every day and sleep in a hotel. I don’t want to work that hard. This is where I belong. If I wasn’t supporting BA & Bro, I would be in an apartment, or trailer, in Florida.