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Blood Means Nothing

I will preface this with a CW.

There’s a lot of pent-up anger directed at two family members in this post.

Like… A lot; bordering on rage.

So the entire thing will go behind a cut.

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So Fucking angry

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!

If you don’t live with it….

So within this blog I am going to be painfully honest to the point of upsetting people and sometimes it needs to be done.

If you don’t live with a chronic illness (and for the sake of this blog we shall use fibromyalgia as the example) not try and say you understand what I am going through when even my closest friends and family have no clue what so ever.

Don’t try and liken your illnesses and ailments to what I (and many others) go through on an hourly basis because, without this sounding the way it will, it’s nothing like what I go through.

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