oh, by the way....
our second brother, who's mildly disabled, was told by his landlord in august that they were selling the house, and that B2 had to move out by the end of october.
we haven't been withholding this information from our t on purpose. it's just that Charity wanted to focus on the issues that we were already working on--the bigs' childhood trauma. none of us expected that Deborah would be triggered by our brother having to move. the trigger was even worse for her because of the way the apartment hunt unfolded.
our brother works as a mailroom clerk. he can't afford any apartment without a monthly stipend from his inheritance. he knows his dollar range and spent a couple of weeks looking online. he ended up settling for a place even smaller than the one he's moving from.
[Laura: It's a dump.]
and he'll have to get rid of at least a couple of pieces of furniture. the living room is a glorified foyer. there's no screen door, and there's no door at the bottom of the stairs for privacy. the real estate agent wore old jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers.
[Laura: He was dressed to sit in his basement drinking beer. I wouldn't buy a doghouse from that guy, let alone a home for myself.]
we had to tell both of our brothers that we needed to keep our involvement to a minimum, because the situation was too stressful for us. as for Deborah being triggered, the fact that our brother can easily be taken advantage of, the fact that he's moving from a small place to an even smaller place, in a neighborhood we wouldn't live in, with a landlord we wouldn't rent from and an agent we wouldn't go to. i believe in equality and fairness. "one love," as they say now. but Deborah didn't feel safe with this.
Allegra told our brother that as long as he's comfortable there, and the landlord treats him fairly, it's up to him.
i'm glad that i'm only 16. i can help, and i want to help. but i wouldn't want to be in charge.

shawn (16/f)
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Today, September 27, 2017:
We want to give up. We're tired of trying. It's too much.
Stayed home from work today. Slight cold from lowered resistance from staying in bed all day Sunday and not eating. But we stayed home because we're tired of trying, and we want to give up.
We texted our T to ask if we could Skype tonight. We don't know why we keep bothering or she keeps bothering. It's pointless. We wish so much that we didn't have to be.
Bigs