I just went through something that is typical of the adventures that happen in long-term residential treatment.

Next week, I move out, for good, of the on-campus residence at the treatment center where I have lived for almost four years.
We have program meetings at the residence two days a week.
On my last program meeting, we will commemorate my stay there with some modest treats.

One of our fellow patients residing there has become the house's problem child;
an ironic designation considering that he is a senior citizen and probably the oldest of all of us.
He is given a lot of slack by us, and by the therapeutic community in general, because he was horribly abused and traumatized in childhood
and his prospects once he gets out of treatment are very limited.
I won't give a laundry list of his problem behaviors.
But he is a party person, has to be the life and soul of the party,
and if there isn't a party he will start one himself.

I was startled when my therapist told me that she had received a somewhat incoherent voicemail from this patient talking all about a party for me. Unhappy, too, as this is a boundary breach.
It turns out that the patient intended that voicemail as an invitation, and he "invited" two other staffpersons as well.

So I had to tell the patient that I am uncomfortable with his party idea
and I wanted it to be just us residents at my final meeting.
Thankfully he was in a good mood and he took it calmly,
and said he would disinvite the three people he had invited.
Which means my therapist is going to get another voicemail telling her not to show up after all, I suppose.

I will look back on this one day and it will all be very funny.
At the time, however, it has been upsetting.
We had a program meeting today, which this patient did not bother to attend, and of course we ended up talking all about the one person who was not present and how we are all at a loss to confront him when it is so difficult to get him to appreciate any viewpoint other than his own. At least it felt good for me to hear that others in the household understand my unhappiness with the situation and support me making my needs and wishes known. So that helped me confront the man and ask for what I needed.