gaslighting

From Wikipedia:
"Gaslighting is a form of psychological abuse. It involves an increasing frequency of systematically withholding factual information from, and/or providing false information to the subject, having the gradual effect of making the victim anxious, confused, and less able to trust his or her own memory and perception. A variation of gaslighting, used as a form of harassment, is to subtly alter aspects of a victim's environment, thereby upsetting his or her peace of mind, sense of security, etc."

I joke sometimes that I have "Helen Keller syndrome," which is a made-up term (I think) for my need to know that things will be as I left them, especially as I'm creeping around in dark bedrooms and am expecting a clear surface to put my glasses on, or am surprised by a stack of something piled in an area that was empty the last time I was there.

I don't think Spoose is deliberately trying to harass me, but this happens constantly. I've mentioned it a zillion times, but Spoose DOES NOT GET IT. I'll go to the bathroom, wipe down the sink and counter, and go off to do something else. I'll leave for work with my side of the bed made up, surfaces clear, laundry put away. I come home, and the bathroom is a sloppy disaster (and usually out of T.P.), there are bills and used tissues (!) on my dresser and desk, there are stacks of laundry in odd spots, or unfolded laundry strewn all over the bed. If Spoose is lying down, it's on my side of the bed.

I'm not Felix Unger (yet). I just want a little order in my life. I don't think it's too much to ask that I have 1-3 feet of personal space in the entire house that are unviolated. Especially if it makes it quieter when I creep into bed after mopping in the wee hours of the night.