I don't know where to even start.
I was so close. I was healing. I was recovering.
Then I had a few hour's notice to find somewhere else to sleep. The fan I'd been using as protective white noise for months was suddenly "too disruptive" for my dad to sleep, and without warning he put his foot down and said not another night.
And I was left scrambling.
I was still welcome to stay at the family's house, of course, I simply couldn't sleep there. Or rest there. Because when I most needed rest that was when my dad decided to begin some major construction work on the wall next to my head. I spent a few nights living out of my dad's SUV in the garage. I spent a few nights at a family friend's guest cottage. I spent the night in one friend's bathroom. And then - I got my own car.
I've been living out of a 2 door car for about two weeks, now.
No, I'm not "well enough" to. I'm not eating enough, not sleeping enough, not resting enough, my health is crashing in all sorts of ways, and I'm just fighting to survive.
Technically, there are places I could stay, I just keep getting unexpectedly kicked out of them. After a 2 hour drive to one place i find out they're having overnight company the next night - I drove back, unsafe to drive, hit a curb going through an intersection, had countless near misses. Family invites me back to their place then cooks onions, which forces me to evacuate the house, unable to enter even with my mask...then while living out of their driveway they continue to reheat the onions for 4 days straight. I put my foot down and said you've got to AT LEAST warn me, you wonder why I'm not living in the house...are you kidding me?
So, I'm homeless. But everyone who knows me is in complete denial about it. "You're being a little overdramatic." Excuse me? Do you want to help me figure out where I'm goign to sleep tonight?
It's raining nearly every day. I don't have sufficient clothing. Only 2 nights ago I managed to get a sleeping bag that keeps me warm enough at night.
Everything is a gigantic mess.
And the weird thing is, 99% of people who know me jsut casually assume that some option must be available to me that I'm simply choosing not to take.
That caregiving I qualify for? I'm losing tpose benefits because no agency will work with someone who doesn't have housing and I can't find an individual who will agree to take the 2 weeks of classes, and if you don't use your benefits, the state assumes you don't need them and then no longer qualify.
I qualify for housing assistance - the waitlists are years long. Yay.
I have friends offering to crash at their places but the chemical issues, the noise issues, all the issues....it has to be an environment I can control. Which means a place to myself.
The family friends with a guest house I'm more than welcome to use whenever it isn't otherwise occupied? Apparently living in their driveway isn't an option because it might make them "uncomfortable".
Fine, I'll sleep in a parking lot instead and risk violent attack or worse. Seriously? I'm just kinda... flabberghasted. And I SO do not have the time and energy to waste on that stuff.
Doing the best I can o keep up with everything. Sorry I'm not replyign to all private correspondences...tryign to stay safe and warm and fed right now is taking everything I've got.
I was so close. I was healing. I was recovering.
Then I had a few hour's notice to find somewhere else to sleep. The fan I'd been using as protective white noise for months was suddenly "too disruptive" for my dad to sleep, and without warning he put his foot down and said not another night.
And I was left scrambling.
I was still welcome to stay at the family's house, of course, I simply couldn't sleep there. Or rest there. Because when I most needed rest that was when my dad decided to begin some major construction work on the wall next to my head. I spent a few nights living out of my dad's SUV in the garage. I spent a few nights at a family friend's guest cottage. I spent the night in one friend's bathroom. And then - I got my own car.
I've been living out of a 2 door car for about two weeks, now.
No, I'm not "well enough" to. I'm not eating enough, not sleeping enough, not resting enough, my health is crashing in all sorts of ways, and I'm just fighting to survive.
Technically, there are places I could stay, I just keep getting unexpectedly kicked out of them. After a 2 hour drive to one place i find out they're having overnight company the next night - I drove back, unsafe to drive, hit a curb going through an intersection, had countless near misses. Family invites me back to their place then cooks onions, which forces me to evacuate the house, unable to enter even with my mask...then while living out of their driveway they continue to reheat the onions for 4 days straight. I put my foot down and said you've got to AT LEAST warn me, you wonder why I'm not living in the house...are you kidding me?
So, I'm homeless. But everyone who knows me is in complete denial about it. "You're being a little overdramatic." Excuse me? Do you want to help me figure out where I'm goign to sleep tonight?
It's raining nearly every day. I don't have sufficient clothing. Only 2 nights ago I managed to get a sleeping bag that keeps me warm enough at night.
Everything is a gigantic mess.
And the weird thing is, 99% of people who know me jsut casually assume that some option must be available to me that I'm simply choosing not to take.
That caregiving I qualify for? I'm losing tpose benefits because no agency will work with someone who doesn't have housing and I can't find an individual who will agree to take the 2 weeks of classes, and if you don't use your benefits, the state assumes you don't need them and then no longer qualify.
I qualify for housing assistance - the waitlists are years long. Yay.
I have friends offering to crash at their places but the chemical issues, the noise issues, all the issues....it has to be an environment I can control. Which means a place to myself.
The family friends with a guest house I'm more than welcome to use whenever it isn't otherwise occupied? Apparently living in their driveway isn't an option because it might make them "uncomfortable".
Fine, I'll sleep in a parking lot instead and risk violent attack or worse. Seriously? I'm just kinda... flabberghasted. And I SO do not have the time and energy to waste on that stuff.
Doing the best I can o keep up with everything. Sorry I'm not replyign to all private correspondences...tryign to stay safe and warm and fed right now is taking everything I've got.