I have never been able to sleep because of the noise issues upstairs, but this year I have seen it.
At the end of December last year, because I had been working in another place after graduation, and the homesickness and work tasks were heavy, I began to have some anxiety and depression problems, so I resolutely resigned from my original unit and returned to my hometown to work in the exam.
For my convenience, my parents rented a 100-square-meter house near my unit. I usually live in it myself and can walk to work in a ten-minute walk. In the first month or two, I was immersed in the joy of the new environment. I went to and from get off work normally every day, and my work content and working environment were easier than before. I occasionally went out to eat and drink with my friends when I got off work, and when I got home, I stayed in my house to watch movies and eat takeout. I didn't notice the noise issues upstairs at all.
In February this year, a family moved upstairs. The little boy ran barefoot at home every day after one year old. During this period, he also had a loud sound of dragging a stool and a heavy object fell to the ground. At first, he felt it was a little noisy, but his heart would not be faster or panic.
The first time I went upstairs to find them was because I was going back for lunch at noon and was about to go to bed. Suddenly, the sound of a little boy running over was like playing drums upstairs. When I was woken up, I went up to remind me to be quieter. The one who opened the door was an old lady in her fifties and sixties. I asked her if there were children running. Of course, I was very polite and asked them to pay attention at noon. Everyone was taking a lunch break. At that time, the old lady said she was very innocent and didn't believe that the children would have such loud noises, but she said she would discipline her.
also didn't sleep well at noon after going downstairs. Maybe it was because this time I left some psychological shadows. Then we worked overtime until 11 o'clock every night due to work. The second time we went up to look for it was because we went home at 11 o'clock and wanted to rest quickly. But suddenly another sound of footsteps ran over and went up to find her house. The man who opened the door was a man, who was older and was very confused about who would go to him tonight. After I explained the situation, I agreed verbally, so I went downstairs. After this time, I found that as soon as I got home, I started to feel panic, and I was always worried that there would be movement upstairs, and I would get up early in the morning and couldn’t sleep well during the day. I was always worried that there would be noise upstairs, and I was in a daze in everything I did at home. When I lay on the bed, I started to feel nervous. At night, I waited for the people upstairs to rest before I could fall asleep peacefully.
Later one day, my mother was also there at noon. After dinner, she was preparing for lunch. She just lay down for a while and started to behave in trouble. Since I first found his house, I have never fallen asleep again. This time I lay down until I got up to work. My mother asked me if I wasn't asleep because of the movement upstairs. I briefly talked about the situation upstairs before. My mother came forward to find the old lady upstairs. On the surface, she agreed politely and said she was very embarrassed. She still did what she wanted.
Because of that busy work, I was basically not at home during the day. My mother had a major operation during that time. I was close to where she was the surgery. She kept me in silence since she was discharged from the hospital. Since noon, as long as you are at home during the day, the little guys upstairs may not start running wildly, throwing stools, dragging stools, and smashing things.
Later, one time I was running wildly from 11:00 to 11:00 pm. The whole house ran as I ran, and the ceiling was vibrated, accompanied by the loud noise of heavy objects falling on the ground from time to time. So I went up to his house with my mother and had a big fight.
I still remember that I didn’t hear anything outside while taking a shower. After washing, I heard my dog barking at home. I heard a noisy sound in the corridor. I rushed forward without changing my shoes and argued with them. After going up, the little boy’s mother finally appeared. Then it was the common rhetoric of noise dogs, including but not limited to “How much can a child make noise” and “I think it’s not so much that you are not afraid of you. I went to live in a villa", "How many times have you been looking for it", "What's wrong with the child running at home? Can I tie him up?", "Don't you let me move at home?", "Then how can we have no sound when we eat normally?", and because of the loud noise, we can hear the whole unit. She also said, "You guys are a little bit smaller, there is a child upstairs for several months." Wow, I was really shocked at that time. I was so shameless, and I was both shameless and stood up.
At that time, my mother was worried about her body that had just finished the operation, and she went downstairs without a long time of noise. After that, her house became much more restrained, but it didn't take long. During this period, I also endured the feeling of anxiety, panic, and rapid heartbeat at home. If I can’t be at home during the day, I will not be at home. I will go back as late as I can at night. Before I go back, I will look up if the lights are on downstairs. I will also confirm before going to bed. Only when the lights in the bedroom upstairs are turned off will I dare to close my eyes and rest, otherwise I will be afraid that I will be awakened by the sounds upstairs as soon as I fell asleep.
After more than two months of worry, I was not in the mood to go out to play or relax at home. Going home every day is like a task that I have to do with a bit of the bullet to complete. One day at the end of July, I came home from get off work not long after I changed my pajamas and was about to rest for a while, and I started running wildly upstairs and dragging stools. After I knocked on the wall to warn him, his family seemed to take revenge and began to drag the stool and smash the floor wildly. I couldn't stand it anymore and called the police.
After the police arrived, they briefly learned about the situation with us. During this period, her house suddenly made a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the police went upstairs to negotiate. When they could hear them, they would refuse the child's control and could not stop him from moving at home. They also thought we had gone up to find them three or four times, and said that they were just using vacuuming to clean the room, and there was no noise at all. They said that they could not move at home, but they were unwilling to do so. In their eyes, our family is just looking for trouble, but they don’t like their family. After that, the police mediated for a while, and said that they understood and cooperated with each other, were more tolerant and considerate, and left me a phone number, saying that if they had to make a noise in the future, they could just call them, so they would go to the police without calling 110.
Then it only took two or three days to stop upstairs, but it was still the same. Since I went up to her house for the second time, I have been very scared of going home. Even whenever I think about going home, I start to feel physical discomfort. I am also restless during the day. I am worried every second at home. I don’t want to eat anything, watch TV, and don’t know what I can do, so I force myself to go to bed every night. When you are always in a state of nervous tension, you always want to jump off a building, and you feel that life is really boring. But in fact, if there are sounds like dragging a stool in other places, you can actually tolerate it, but you will be very anxious when you get home.
Later, due to the epidemic, I moved to my unit in early August, and my mother went back to my old house to live in. She didn't sleep well at the unit that month, and she would wake up if there was any movement. At that time, I realized that it might be that I had some psychological problems, so I made an appointment for an online psychological consultation. For 2 hours, the doctor was very responsible and serious about analyzing the reasons and some methods for me.
Doctor told me that I am now suffering from anxiety. It can be said that noise is just a trigger. It is not that I am anxious because of noise, but that I have always had an anxiety state in my own emotions. I may feel anxious when I encounter something I don’t know. Since then, I don’t know whether it’s psychological effects or what, and I’m gradually less sensitive to noise. After I was able to go home in September, I never dared to go back to that house.
In early October, I really didn't want to live in that house anymore, so I told the landlord to cancel the rent in advance. I went to find a new place to live, and there was also a lot of unhappiness in the middle, which was very tired and troublesome. Now I have lived in a new house. Although there will be movements upstairs, it is much better than before, and I am not as anxious as before.
I believe many people have this kind of trouble. I rent a house that I can change at any time, but I am sensitive to the noise upstairs or downstairs. This matter will be there wherever I go. Now everyone knows the quality of the house. Sometimes you can hear snoring upstairs or downstairs when you sleep at night. The floor slab is thin and not soundproof. As long as the normal living noise is not continuous and deliberate, everyone can accept it. The most annoying thing is the kind of person who refuses to admit it, and who refuses to change it after repeated instruction, and does not realize that he has caused trouble to others.
can only hope to issue relevant laws, regulations or policies as soon as possible to carry out a devastating blow to the noise dog upstairs. I also hope that friends who are suffering from noise can get out as soon as possible and return to their normal lives.
Contributor: Anonymous
Editor: Fu Yue
Contribution number: 106
