I'm 28, my brothers 29. I moved back in with my mom about 6 months ago after living alone for 3 years. He rents the suite downstairs.I'm so sick of this fucking degen.He has brain damage from psychosis meds cause he had a weed induced meltdown when he was 17. At that time I would often translate his schizo rambles cause our mom is a boomer didn't get it. My brother is constantly raging and yelling weird inuendo at our mom about random shit like how much of a faggot the neighbour is because he thinks he's yelling at him (100% hallucination and not happening), also yelling about his genitals and how he's going to make the neighbour eat his ass and my mom is just grossed out but too afraid to get him to leave. It's honestly so disgusting to have to listen to. The light left his eyes when the brain damage happened and he now talks/yells in a restricted/repetitive tone. He's also attacked me for pretty much no reason recently. I called the cops, decided not to press charges, and he mocked me over Facebook that night saying he's not afraid of jail. My shoulders still fucked up months later from him thrashing around while I had him in a headlock. He has such poor hygiene that when he's been up here I can smell his B.O several minutes after he's left the room. I'm so disgusted by the things coming out of his mouth that at this point the sympathy has run out. He's never lived on his own and never had a girlfriend and claims to have had sex one time with this black girl and he hates me (and the world, basically) because girls liked me growing up. I'm tired of acting like because he has mental problems he can't be held accountable for all of the abuse he puts us through. He's a fucking monster and I wish I could afford to move so I could just never talk to him again.Pic unrelated I just think it's funny
For anyone reading this thinking "wow you're a terrible brother, you should support him more", I have. I went to the hospital when he had seizures from alcoholism (he still drinks just way less and won't take the seizure meds), cleaned his blood off his bathroom door and wall from when he fell, ubered over in the middle of the night when he was drunk and depressed to talk him down (which he doesn't remember), and took his side countless time when he was mid flip out sesh. The societal notion that I'm supposed to just continue to haplessly support this abusive asshole is insane. For a long time I've been torn between either accepting that I'll never be able to see eye to eye with him and just continuing to support him because he's too out of it to function, and actually holding him accountable for all of the hell he's put me through, and honestly I'm beginning to not care enough to have that debate with myself.
