being a true account of life in a sheltered housing complex in Ringsend Dublin


It is a long time since I posted on this blog. Nothing has changed. The misery continues. One miserable day follows another and there will be no respite untill I’m dead. Tonight is bingo night and the common room will be packed with people who do not live here – more of the same. I worked it out the other night that the common room has been used appx 1000 times at night by people who don’t live in Cambridge Court. They have had tea and biscuits and a nice time but not once have I seen tenants use the place day or night. I still have a notice in my window which says . ” I do not want to grow old with bullies” and not one single person has asked if there is a problem. Not one council official , not one social worker ……….




DSC00044This might seem like an innocent photograph but nothing is as it seems or should be in Cambridge Court. It’s bingo night and the tea has been set out……but not of course for the tenants. Most of them die without ever having tea in the common room. Tea is reserved for the bullies and their bully friends. It is nothing less than obscene.

This is supposed to be sheltered housing……..


Summer has arrive in Cambridge Court but that is not a good thing. Tonight the bingo crowd will be in and as the weather is nice they will sit out in the garden area swearing and shouting in between their games of bingo. Sunny weather simply means that more and more people will be hanging around the place…..the pub crowd across the road will hang around later into the night…..Last night I was bombarded with noise from the flat above me and the one next door. It was horrific and there will probably be more noise tonight. But none of this will bother the bingo crowd. They will leave their homes and come down to Cambridge Court to have a good time while tenants as usual will be stuck in their one room flats. I wish I had somewhere else to go….somewhere I could just relax. I would literally swap my ‘home’ for a shed. A shed , a quiet shed where I could relax and not feel tense all the time would be heaven for me.

I will be 70 in August. I’m not able to cope with this anymore. Yes , tonight the cups and saucers will be laid out for the bingo bullies and a good night will be had by one and all. Another tenants died last week- I never saw her have a cup of tea in the common room. Now she’s gone and forgotten….That’s the story of life in Cambridge Court.

There are some tenants here who will tell you that no one is bullying THEM…….but you won’t see them having a morning coffee while they read their paper in the common room – they know their place regardless of what they might say….


Last night I placed and advert on Gumtree looking for a flat. I’m not holding out much hope as I could only afford to offer 450 euros a month. If I was to get a flat I would still have to pay for my flat here at Cambridge Court as there is no protection for tenants under Irish law and I could be evicted at any moment……I would only have 45 euros a week left to live on but it would be worth it .

As I write this there is a choir group in the common room enjoying themselves ……..tenants , as usual , are stuck in their flats….In a couple of hours time the pub across the road will start blaring out it’s noise. Same old same old.


I have , of late , being finding it quite difficult to write my blog. I’m constantly on edge , tense – I cannot relax and don’t feel well. I’m tired , but not in a healthy way…….I keep thinking that in a few months I will be 70 years of age and I feel every minute of it. They say that people live longer today but that really applies to middle class people who have comfortable or moderately comfortable lives. I often wonder just how I lasted this long but looking at it objectively it is reasonable to think that I may not be around for much longer. No one knows exactly when they are going to die but once you get to my age you begin to realise that you are running out of time and the pressure I’ve been under these last few years would be enough to kill a horse. And there is no way out…..there is no way out of this nightmare.

By the way , I don’t mean to sound like a misery guts but if I kept all this to myself I would have gone mad or killed myself a long time ago. One strange thing that I don’t understand – I seem to be the only person on the internet who has a blog chronicling bullying of any sort. I have looked wide and hard and I cannot find one , not one blog by anyone anywhere who is being bullied. I seem to be the only person in Ireland , UK or indeed the whole of the english speaking blogosphere who is telling their story of what life with bullies is really like. Perhaps they are all to intimidated …… but it is strange …..Nothing new has happened in the last few weeks and months -just more of the misery that went before.

It is just coming up to 1:00 am and the noise is pumping from the pub across the road , just as it was last night and probably as it will tomorrow night. There is a lot I would like to write but I’m just too worn out to concentrate……



This new seating and tables have just been installed in the common room in Cambridge Court. They are not for the use of tenants or inmates as I like to think of them  but rather for the hundreds of people who use Cambridge Court as their own private community center while tenants/inmates are confined to their one room flats. They can sit at these tables and have a cup of tea , served from the kitchen which is also forbidden territory to tenants/ inmates.  A tenant died in Cambridge Court a few days ago and I can assure you that he never sat in this common room having a nice quiet cup of tea….I have seen a lot of people die in this place but I’ve never seen one enjoying a cup of tea in this ‘common’ room……………..Cambridge Court is a living monument to death and isolation.


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One of the disadvantages of living in a sheltered housing complex for older people is that you are constantly reminded of death. You just cannot get away from it. One by one your neighbours die. I’ve seen more people die in the last 7 years than in the whole of my previous life. This is obviously not good for ones mental health and when there are aggravating circumstances such as a bullying and intimidating atmosphere the combination can be lethal………

I think about death every day. This is , under the circumstance , quite normal. Death is the only thing that will rescue me from this living nightmare.  I have done everything possible – I have notified Dublin City Council , I have written hundreds of words in various blogs about the bullying , I have told everyone who will listen and have even put a poster up in my window with the legend , ” I do not want to grow old with bullies” and in spite of all this and more not one person has ever knocked on my door to see if I am alright. Short of taking an ad out in the local press I cannot think of what else I can possible do. So why do I even bother ?  Well , there is one good reason why I bother – One very good reason. No one is ever going to be able to say that they didn’t know what was going on. This is , after all what they always say…..This is the classic ‘get out of jail’ card that is used with great success by those in positions of  responsibility when the proverbial you know what hits the fan.

Every day of the week I see people stop to read the poster I have in my window. I see mothers taking their children to school stop and read , I see social and healthcare workers park their cars outside my window and do a double take when they see the poster -I have literally seen hundreds of people read that poster and yet not one has ever asked me if there was a problem. There is a conspiracy of silence at work here.  A lot of people don’t like the stance I’m taking but they don’t complain because to do so would be a recognition of sorts , however negative , of my situation. It is not that people don’t believe me ……..that’s one thing that victims often get wrong -they often feel that no one believes them but of course the real problem is that they DO believe them.

This system works well… is the default option. It always works. It always has worked. It always will work.



I often find myself wondering if I am mad or if I am just imagining all the bullying and intimidation that passes for normal life in Cambridge Court. It is quite natural to doubt yourself when every day is a living nightmare and everyone else seems to be getting along fine. It is very very common this self-doubt. But every so often something happens and suddenly , in a flash , you realise that no you’re not mad…….

A few months ago I happened to be standing in the garden area in Cambridge Court just getting some fresh air and one of the tenants approached me. He asked me if I thought Dublin City Council would let him bring in a garden shed to put around the back behind the common room…..there are some already there but these belong to the bullies. I told him that I figured the bullies would complain to the council and of course the council would do what they always do- ie back up the bullies. But then I said that if he needed somewhere for his tools or gardening stuff he should ask anyway. And then…….then he said something that made me almost want to cry with joy. He told me he didn’t want it for tools or gardening equipment – he wanted a shed because then he would have somewhere to sit in in the day time and somewhere  sleep in at night. He had indicated to me prior to this that he didn’t like his flat ….that , like me , he had grown to hate the environment he was living in.

For years I had been fantizing about how wonderful it would be if only I could find a shed somewhere to live in. For years, literally for years I had wandered the streets in the early hours of the morning looking down alleyway at those sheds people have at the end of their gardens wondering if they might rent one out to me. It was of course a sort of madness because I knew nobody would……

But when two tenants , quite independent of each other,  arrive at the conclusion that they would be better off living in a shed then there is something very wrong.

Get A Life Women’s Group Ringsend Dublin.

I have been invited to a party. A local woman’s group , the so called Get A Life Women’s Group has invited me and all the other tenants here in Cambridge Court to a party in our own  common room.  It feels quite odd to be invited to a party in your own home by someone who doesn’t live there themselves. It certainly takes  quite a bit of cheek and good old hard neck. This is one of the many groups who use Cambridge Court day centre on a regular basis. They are fully aware that while they are having a good time tenants are confined to their one room flats too intimidated to complain. Many tenants have in fact died in Cambridge Court without ever having had the use of this day room. The Get A Life Group are fully aware of this…it has been explained to them that they and several other groups are bullying tenants , that tenants are too intimidated to use the common room / day centre themselves….It has been further explained to them that the only reason they were invited in was as a means of the bullies exercising intimidation and control over the tenants  – and , by the way , this policy has been very successful.

These people are BULLIES. They are no better than any lowlife street thugs and probably do far more damage to old and vulnerable people.



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