My new year is starting off by going to look at a possible new place to live. It’s actually sharing with a couple of women my age. I’m not real sure about it until I meet them. I haven’t shared with anyone since 1976 when I was married. It’s a big house in a great location, however, I will be leaving the beach area. I love living here on the beach. Everyone is so friendly and you can walk everywhere except where I need to go – the doctor.
My son or daughter in law have to come and get me to take me places I need to go. There’s no buses and taxi’s are expensive. With bipolar I need to be under a doctor’s care. In fact, I have my first appointment with a new doctor in two days. Plus, my medicare starts.
While looking for a new place I’m asked the question, “What kind of job to you have?” When I tell them I’m on Disability they treated me differently with the concern whether or not I could pay for an apartment. I didn’t want to say I had bipolar and on disability. That wouldn’t work. Some people don’t understand it and in fact, I’ve been asked if I’m an axe killer. HA! ha HA!
I decided to look at these run down cheap homes, but found they were not in great locations. I started getting frustration and that’s when I decided to look on Craigslist for people who are looking to share. I thought I would never hear that word “share.” I lived shared twice in my life once when I was 18 an swore I would never do it again, and when I got married. The marriage didn’t last and I’ve on my own since 1976. That’s a lot of independency. But it was also the start of my problems.
I was thumbing through ads one after other getting very discouraged. I tried everyday and then this one ad popped out “Looking for a mature woman to share a large house in a nice area” I called and a nice lady answered the phone. Turns out she’s the same age as I am so that’s a good thing. We arranged to the following weekend.
Later that day, I took a walk to the beach and sat on a bench. It’s my special place to go talk to God. We had a conversation, but I was doing most of the talking. I told him about this opportunity and asked him please bring me someone who will be a great friend and place to live. I told him I will listen and make the decision he has given me. I felt something positive out of my conversation.
The day had come and my son came to pick me up to take me to meet my potential roommate. I was very nervous. The door opened and there stood my new roommate. I knew it! There was complete chemistry. We talked and I had briefly told her on the phone that I was on disability, but I received a steady check each month. Then, she did as the question. Why are you on disability? She had the right to know if she was bringing a stranger into her house. I took a deep breath and just blurted it out “I have Bipolar. But I’m not an axe murder.” She didn’t laugh. I was waiting for something. Then she said, “I’m so glad you were honest about that because I know it was hard for you.”
Later, we were discussing the big move and she asked me what I thought and I told her I loved it. My dog will have a big playmate. She said that she felt it would be a good match and she was very happy I told her about bipolar that it meant a lot to her.
Later that evening she called me and asked when I could move in. I jumped for joy and thanks God for his help.
There is a time and place to tell someone you have bipolar. Mostly it’s nobody’s business. But if your going to have a relationship with someone like moving in as a roommate you should tell them. That way they can understand your moves. So I’m very excited.