Denver, CO

My Denver neighbor screams F-bombs at all hours

David Heitz

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I live near a person who screams F bombs at all hours of the day and night.

He never stops.

“F*ck that!” he’s screaming right now.

Sometimes he throws objects at his walls. At least that's what it sounds like.

He’s screaming, “F*ck that sh*t, yep, yep, yep.”

He constantly rambles profanities.

It’s like he’s having a conversation with an imaginary person.

I know a little bit about this person’s situation. I am frustrated because nobody will help him.

I live in Denver in housing for the formerly homeless. I am sure this guy and I probably share a diagnosis or two.

Wardmates in the state mental hospital

He and I were wardmates the state mental hospital in Pueblo. He was a nice person in the hospital.

The difference now is that I still take my medication and he apparently does not. He acts like a completely different person than he did in the hospital.

We previously were homeless and got into trouble with the law before landing in the mental hospital. After the mental hospital we ended up here, in housing for the formerly homeless. We have on-site case workers and medical professionals who visit us weekly.

It's called a "restoration" program. We get help to resolve our legal issues and get back on our feet.

So, I am confused how my neighbor can be in as much distress as he is. I cannot understand why he would not want to take his medication. He cannot be happy in a state of constant distress.

Roaming halls, banging on doors, bumming cigarettes

He bangs on doors at all hours of the day and night demanding cigarettes and lighters from people. I do not answer the door when he knocks.

He is screaming over there again right now, like he’s talking to someone. Sometimes he talks about the devil and makes explosion sound effects.

I have PTSD and work as a writer, but nobody here is too concerned about that. When I complain about his incessant screaming security comes up here and stands outside his door and listens. Then they knock and he answers. They say, “Are you OK?”

He immediately shuts off the psychosis and claims to be fine. Security leaves.

He is very disrespectful to all his neighbors carrying on the way he does. It is difficult for me to concentrate on my writing or to feel safe.

Property management tells me to call police

Property management claims they can’t call the police on him. They encourage me to.

I don’t much care for interacting with police, and jail is not where this person belongs anyway. He belongs in the hospital. There should be a court order for his medication.

There are rodents in his apartment next door. I have seen them run from his apartment to mine. He is not taking care of himself and does not appear to shower.

This is an out of control, ridiculous situation.

I hear so many people pass judgement on the homeless mentally ill. But is it any wonder so many of them are stuck? The man next door to me is unable to care for himself. He is spiraling out of control.

And everyone is just letting him spiral. As they do so, it’s impacting my mental health, too. When he starts screaming, I want to scream back at him to stop.

Why can’t they court order his medication?

It’s a very frustrating situation. I am not understanding why there is not a court order for him to take his medication. I know there were at times court orders for me take my medication, or so I was told.

In the hospital, all my neighbor ever wanted to do was drink coffee. He would repeat himself now and then, which could be annoying, but he never bothered anyone or screamed profanities and vulgarities like now.

When we moved in here, he kept banging on my door, wanting to have coffee. Apparently, his room did not come with a coffee maker.

He didn’t have a can opener either. I lent him my can opener and never got it back.

I just want the guy to take his medication. It must be exhausting screaming at the top of your lungs day and night. I know it is. I used to act that way too when I was homeless. I would scream myself hoarse, just as my neighbor does.

I hope someone gets him the help he needs soon. If he doesn’t get it here, he’s not going to get it anywhere. This is a pretty good place and a lot of people are getting help here.

I'm not sure why he isn't.

It’s a sad situation. It makes me angry.

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I've been in the news business 35 years, spending much of my career in editing roles at local newspapers in Los Angeles, Detroit, and the Quad-Cities of Illinois and Iowa. Upon moving to Denver in 2018, I began experiencing severe mental illness due to several traumatic experiences. I became homeless on the street for about a year before spending time in the state mental hospital. I am living proof that people can rebound from mental illness with proper treatment, even after experiencing homelessness. I consider myself a lucky guy to live in a great place like Denver. I hope my writing reflects the passion I have for living here.

Denver, CO

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