The council got back to us.
They will not ’re house us. Our house is perfectly acceptable and adequate for our needs. They literally don’t care that we will be homeless and simply say that we need to “Chase Michael” for what he needs to pay and if he won’t we have to miraculously find enough money to hire a solicitor because we can’t get legal aid as there is no proof Michael was ever abusive (even though he was). We asked what coukd help is in getting a council house as there was no way any of that could happen and we have to find “evidence of our need”. Which means spending out more money on doctors notes and getting stuff from the iva and first plus loan and mortgage to prove we’re gonna be homeless which they won’t send out until we have about six weeks left to which council replied that it isn’t enough time to find us a place to live. Also if we fear for our safety (which we do) we have to have police reports to help us (there are none as we can prove what he has done).
Now excuse me while I get annoyed and I mean no disrespect….. I see 16 year old mother’s getting council houses all the time and i personally know of three immigrant familys who have been given houses in our area, fully furnished with rent paid for six months. None of them speak english or work and are claiming everything they can get their hands on (and in the area it’s been in the newspapers that they’re capable of working and learning. They just refuse).
But a disabled woman and her legal carer can’t get any Fucking help!
The other day I posted about wanting to cut and not doing it.
I wanted to do a blog in this but wasn’t sure (still not) where it will go and how I will write it…..But I know I wanted to write it.
Continue reading I didn’t cut
I use this teeny simply because it physically describes not only Michael, but his brother Simon also.
We found out today that Michael has got himself a new motorbike. It’s been seen outside his new house; two seater with sissy bar.
Continue reading Spineless Jellyfish
If you don’t know what painsomnia is its when you’re in so much pain you can’t sleep.
My meds didn’t do anything for me last night and I have no clue why…..well I do and I don’t.
Continue reading Painsomnia is a bitch
Due to the current issues I was sent for a mental health assessment on emergency. I’ve already been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder and now it seems I’m on the bipolar scale and my anxiety is back.
Continue reading TW: depression/self harm. (Had an emergency mental health assessment)
I wrote this last night…. About midnight while having a breakdown.
I just told my mum that I may have to go to see my gf because of timing/money/previous plans/ease….
Continue reading TW for anxiety/depression/self harm
I have been ridiculously lucky while coming out…. I came out as bi to my friends on a night out when I was in my very early 20s, by making out with a random chick at a night club and they were fine with it. There was a little discomfort at first with a couple of friends but that soon eased. .
Continue reading National Coming Out Day