VERY glad to her the apartment manager is on your side here! From a strictly business perspective, you're a tenant of 20 years in good standing where crazy lady is relatively new and a trouble maker. I also agree with Greytness that if you're already seeing specialists who understand how much Skittles helps your OCD/BPD, why haven't you had him declared an emotional support animal? Clearly, he is essential to your mental health and should be protected in regards to housing. The laws regarding service and support animals are meant for people in exactly your situation.
I've never actually seen anyone about my anxiety/other issues. I just feel like an "official" diagnosis would only serve to exacerbate whatever it is by giving me a specific point to dwell on and obsess over. I prefer to not know. I've had anxiety as long as I can remember, going back to childhood. As an adult I have learned to ignore/control it pretty well so it is minimally invasive and panic attacks are much less severe than they used to be and rarely happen anymore. Hubby suspects I may have some form of OCD too. That, strangely, seems to be somewhat cyclical as I am fine for months on end but like a switch flips in my brain and everything that was fine yesterday now feels horrendously cluttered and out of order (even though logically, I know it's just fine but my perception just changes to feeling like I live in a hoarder house despite logically knowing it's beyond perfectly organized and very very clean). The grass in public places phobia is constant, though isn't a major issue to me (drives my husband nuts lol).
Kiwi is really the only 'person' who 'gets' how to help when I'm overwhelmed with anxiety. He just freaks the bleep out right along with me! If there is one thing that exacerbates it more than anything else, it is someone trying to "comfort" me. That makes me angry, like seeing red angry, on top of everything else. I don't want a bleeping hug or your sappy sympathy, I want my brain to get out of the loop of illogical thought that it is stuck in. Kiwi totally gets it and simply joins me in the crazy. And I love the little beastie for it. Funny how once a bird is bonded, they seem to just inherently understand you and what you really need from them when you're unwell. Kiwi may not be a cuddly bird, but he is almost like an extension of myself (I'm not a particularly 'cuddly' human TBH, perhaps that's why I was drawn to him as an individual in the first place:33

. If other people don't "get it", well, frankly that's their loss and not my problem. Personally, I think a lot of "bird haters" hate stems from jealousy. Any common idiot can make a dog love them. Dogs have been bred down to have blind loyalty to humans for thousands of years. Much harder to make a non-domesticated exotic animal with the mental capacity of a small child bond with you and be your 'friend'. Then again, I think many of the people who HATE birds have a mental capacity below that of a parrot anyways
