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#housing instability
chronicallycouchbound · 9 months
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I can’t live in over 99% of housing.
This is not an exaggeration.
“Less than 1 percent of all units are equipped with features that would allow a wheelchair user to live independently.” HUD.gov
My experiences of homelessness are inherently tied to this.
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indizombie · 1 year
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How can we ask someone to diet when we're not addressing things like poverty, food scarcity and housing instability? I had a 15-year-old patient who had been told by doctors to lose weight and his family has been living in extreme poverty. They had a change in their financial circumstances, and he said to me 'do you know what the best part about having money is? You can buy fruit that isn't mouldy'. Surgery and medication should be the last resort.
Dr Katy Miller, who works with teenagers struggling with eating disorders at Children's Minnesota
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saronai · 3 months
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Buckets of stress on chronic stress. Please be patient with me wherever however you know me for the forseeable future. A few longer reasons under the read more.
TLDR: I've been in housing instability since 2018 causing chronic stress and now have been served a notice of eviction and my landlord is probably committing something called "Self-help eviction" over the last year that might help our case. Regardless, I am currently the metaphoric portrayal of those stressful scenes in disaster movies where someone's trapped in a container filling up with water and their head keeps going under as they trash. They're fighting to take sips of air through the little gap between the uneven water surface. All while trying to help each other stay at the surface. Meanwhile, the gap between uneven water surface and ceiling is closing. And apparently we actually have to wait until the stage where we must all hold our breath (served official eviction court papers on March 6th) and pray the emergency housing structures and support are able to rescue us before we drown. Anyway researching all this and doing everything I can as I can on top of trying to work my ass off finding a job has become its own extremely exhausting, panicky full time job. Also the flooring in my kitchen is super unsafe (part of the possible case of "self-help eviction" going on). I am in high stress survival mode and with the state of the world as it is between queer rights violations, this shit election coming up, women's rights violations, Palestine, and more I am really losing my capacity to hope. All sources of trying to find uplifting motivational spiritual stuff are almost entirely religious and thus the opposite of helpful for someone like me who was spiritually and emotionally abused through childhood by their churches. If prayer, faith, and wishful thinking helped more than just a little placebo-effect, SO MANY more people would be saved from suffering, so many people DESERVE to be rescued. I deserve it, my family deserves it, and whatever you're going through right now if you're also trying not to drown under something, YOU also deserve that rescue. I hope we're one of the lucky stories. I'll fight to keep us all above that closing gap, but I'm finding it impossible to have any kind of faith. No matter the darkness, there's always a next sunrise. That's hope. I have hope. So long as I get to see a next sunrise, there's hope, and if I don't, my need to worry about it anyway is over.
I wish I had the capacity for faith in the universe or anything beyond me, but that's been abused out of me by now. I'm not suicidal, but there's definitely something wrong with the state of "but at least if I die in an accident of some kind this would be over for me." Which I actually fear not because I fear death anymore but because of how much harder that would be for my friends and family to weather on top of all this other shit. Maybe it's enough to have faith in humanity. There's so many ways in which we fall short or are downright horrible to each other and ourselves, but I do have faith in many of us to help who we can, to make the world better. Maybe even in at least half of us. Humanity might not be all-powerful and unfailing, but there are SO MANY we do help and not just each other. Humans are limited, so I only have hope, rather than faith that my family will be one of the lucky ones. We have friends and family ready to help however they can.
Doesn't stop me from being scared. Being a jobless financial burden on even more people in my life is a nightmare. The idea I might never get to see my cats and they'll always wonder what happened to us is even worse. I'll try to focus on faith in humanity, in the counter-measures put in place. And I want to thank those of you I've already opened up to for your support and willingness to help and for just being in my life in general. Without you I might not even have hope over the next sunrise.
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hayscodings · 5 months
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svetlana having to move back into the shitty little apartment above the alibi in s8 after she had managed to give yevgeny a proper home, two other parents, and two sisters is so devastating i wonder if he asked her why they had to leave and what she told him happened
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i’m so sad for both of them
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mettaworldpiece · 4 months
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my advice to Black TME ppl who are sick of going thru this blocklist/witchhunt/dogpile cycle every two months is: center the voices of Black trans womEn no matter how uncomfortable it may make you (emphasis on the e bb cus tokenization will lead to nothing but complacency
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sasha-naell · 4 months
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And if you if you kick every neurodivergent with emotional instability and family issues out of this country, then who's gonna stand with you House Baratheon ?
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soldier-poet-king · 7 months
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Actually the whole work thing would be infinitely less stressful if I actually knew how to navigate the white collar world and was not from a working class background and I have no idea how anything works because we were poor! No one in my family has done shit like this!
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plushslug · 11 months
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My therapist telling me to get involved in the online disability community for support VS all the other powerchair users hating people with eds VS all the people with eds not being nearly as disabled by it as I am
Wow good advice I feel so at home 👍
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chronicallycouchbound · 5 months
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Wet shelters save lives. If someone is forced to freeze to death in their car because they’re not allowed in the local dry shelter because they’re under the influence, you are enabling their death.
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luciodeldiablo · 1 year
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I accidentally hung up on CAM Detroit (Coordinated Assessment Model) after an hour and ten minutes of me listening to their on-hold tunes. It usually takes me between an hour and thirty minutes to two hours to be able to speak to someone on the phone. I'm barely thirty minutes in this second time around today and it'll probably be another full hour before the next staff member is available. When I spoke to them yesterday, they let me know that all shelters in Detroit are full, so I would have to go as a walk-in. They also let me know that they would be able to assist me with getting me a greyhound ticket out of Detroit if I'm able to stay at a family member's or friend's house. I asked my dad yesterday if he would turn me away if I showed up at the door, he said no. I haven't seen him in 2013 and I haven't even back in the state of California since I left in 2016. CAM is closed after 5 p.m. so I couldn't confirm being able to stay at someone's home outside of Michigan and that's reason I'm calling them today.
I was seeing that greyhound tickets to Stockton, CA are around $300, but it's a 72hr trip. That's three days lmao On the other hand, a plane ticket is around $420 and it would fly me into San Jose, only one layover. I hope CAM is able to cover for the plane ticket, but honestly, I'll be thankful if they're only able to cover the train fare as it is. They even said I could get set up for this re-housing program where they will help me with a deposit and other expenses, and they would even pay for the fare back.
I need to be out of the building by tomorrow though, so I'm hoping they are able to help me out once I'm off hold. This has to work out, this just has to.
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amarimeta · 1 month
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i’ve said this a million times before but truly no matter how crazy you think the crazy woman from your tv show is. she can never be nora durst.
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dogbound1128 · 3 months
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It took me an entire fucking year to accept it but I think a fictional story became so real to me I'm experiencing a decline in mental health over the characters' situation as if it was my own
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slaughterlocked · 4 months
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🔪 / from jules. sorry girl --
HE'S ON A HIGH, OF COURSE HE IS. CHUCKLING AS HE COMES HOME, GRINNING LIKE A KID AT CHRISTMAS. As far as he remembers, she's out with friends tonight - or so he'd believed. It's partly why he doesn't even bother entering the house with any sense of subtlety, and partly why he hasn't completely cleaned up. The other part is sheer cockiness. He's not been caught yet, after all. Doesn't bother pausing to listen for familiar sounds of his wife being present, doesn't even cease the little tune he's humming: the annoying song that had been playing at the pizzeria on repeat as he'd gone about his business. Preparing the party rooms, checking in with employees entering the building, filing a notice to ensure he is the only one who is allowed to fix Bonnie. Wouldn't do for anyone to find anything untowards, after all.
So yes, he's in a good mood. It abruptly fades at the sight of his wife in their bedroom, as he waltzes in. He's very suddenly aware of his own state: ghostly faced, eyes too bright; usual shirt ruffled, splatters of blood trickling irritatingly on the right sleeve; the fucking knife in the bag he clutches to his chest. Lips part wordlessly for a second, caught off-guard [...] and then he's offering her a very weary, very artificial smile. They've not been able to read each other as well as they used to. Not since Evan. Maybe it'll work to his advantage this time. "Wasn't expecting to see my beautiful wife," he says, and plays it casual, taking a very small step backwards, "didn't you have plans, love?" Cursing her inwardly. Cursing his own carelessness more.
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beastofwant · 5 months
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not to be disordered eating on main but I'm so tired of eating I could literally cry. it's so expensive and it's so difficult for us but if I don't I feel So Much Worse
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ardeawritten · 9 months
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Best workplace decision I ever made was yoinking an old 2010 era laserjet document printer from the electronics junk pile and claiming it as MINE.
When you work in a Networked in-person office space, there will always be a day when the Network is down and on that day you will always have to print something Essential, and suddenly all 12 of the Network printers are inoperable because the drivers are hosted on a server in another state and there are zero actual physical connections between hard drive and print device.
Never underestimate the power of a Stupid Little Printer with a USB cable and a fresh $10 ink cartridge.
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"Never apologise for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made."
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Vent piece lmao
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