Part of me wants to get him out of my space. Part of me knows he can't make it on his own right now. And those are the only two choices. Me or alone. There's nowhere else to go where he's sheltered.

Last night I introduced the idea of his moving out, and he said it wouldn't work, he wouldn't be able to handle it. And he's right. He's doing far better after less than two months in my home. He simply can't live alone, and there's no supervised housing available - particularly as he wishes to stay off medication for now.

Edited to add: Also he needs to learn not to transgress others' boundaries and how to get along with others. Otherwise he'll have a lonely life.

Last night I told him that I need sleep and that to sleep I need darkness. He replied, "I don't understand what you need." I told him, "You don't have to understand what I need. I just told you what I need. I need sleep and I need darkness." We had to have that conversation several times before he finally accepted it.

Come to think of it, I often don't understand why he needs what he says he needs. We're like two creatures from different planets trying to share a house.