I'm trapped in an 'assisted living' facility. I need help.

I'm trapped in an 'assisted living' facility. I need help.

Hello, this is Leanna-Synth/Deathtrooper

This is a cry for help. I currently live in an 'assisted living' facility with appalling conditions for the past 2-3 years, with apathetic staff that barely treat me like a normal human being.

I was originally sent to this facility due to a extremely bad episode of depression with psychosis, beforehand I've more or less been at the mercy of the mental health circuit for around 5-7 years now due to undiagnosed and untreated C-PTSD, Depression, and severe OCD resulting in me becoming homeless.

I live in a 9x9ft room, which is effectively my apartment. I'm lucky that im one of the few people here that has the luxury of having a room to myself. But that's where the 'luxuries' end. I live in my own madness induced filth. There's a giant hole in the floor where the floorboards are showing (that's the picture above). I effectively have little to no hope in leaving in this facility and have little to no motivation in being able to take care myself properly. I have a hard time keeping myself clean and my hair is filled with knots, i have bed bug bites all over me. I have holes in my teeth. I have the occasional boils and cysts on the inner parts of my legs. I can't sleep without a CPAP due to severe sleep apnea.

I have little to no money left to my name. I have a decent computer that i bought through money i saved up over the years, as a means to keep my sanity intact. I have an Ipad with an Ipencil, to where i can create my own art and make some side income while surviving off of disability.

All stuff that I own is from the scraps of cash i could muster over the years. I rarely if ever make over 7-8k per year.

I can't cook, like as in the staff confiscate any cooking utensils i have. Hotplates, rice cooker, anything, even if its the most safe type of portable cooking utensil imaginable. My diet has been regulated to whatever i can make out of the microwave.

There's a cook here that makes food for the 'patients', but its a coin flip if what he makes is something i'd eat.

Every night i encounter mice, gnawing at something random in my bedroom.

My mattress is broken, there are sweat stains all over it, wires poking through that stab me through the night, only remedied by keeping a thick blanket over the areas where the wires poke through.

The staff here are aware of all of this.

They expect me to fix these things.

And I'm unable to. I tell them i need their help.

And they answer this by leaving me to my madness.

Telling me its my fault that I live in the mess i do. This is an 'assisted living facility', this is the most their 'assistance' boils down to.

They demand I pay them 835 a month for this. It was originally 1700 a month but a program brought the number down to 835. My disability gives me 900 a month.

I'm left with only 70$ a month for spending money after paying rent.

This is a cry for help

I've lost everything, and I've lost my mind living at this facility. I want to get better, I want to improve, and some moments i do improve. but this place is so unbelievably soul-crushing that i keep relapsing into depressive cycles of guilt and shame. It's a waking nightmare that never ends.