Disability causes chaotic lives. It meant I had to quit my job to support my disabled child before he killed himself - he's ten by the way. That meant after my wages ran out I had to wait for benefits to be processed. I was entitled to carers allowance. Do you know how long it took to process? Three months. During that time, the child tax credits and DLA I was receiving was going on rent and council tax and barely anything else. Any money I had in the bank was gone and then I was borrowing Barclay's money. I was filling my shoes with cardboard because I had walked holes in the bottom and when it rained I was getting freezing cold and wet.
Because I didn't have money it was difficult to make sure there was always food in the fridge. There are no supermarkets where I live, only the Tesco metro type stores which are really expensive. My children struggle with food anyway. I could buy cereal and because of their disability might not be able to eat it. Same with cheap bread and toast. So often they would end up choosing something they could actually swallow from a shop on the way to school.
They still struggle with breakfast. They still sometimes find something in a shop on the way to school. I'm in huge amounts of debt because of the months it took to process a carers allowance claim. Shit like that has a way of snowballing out of control.
I'm a well educated person. I don't spend my money on me. I don't smoke, drink, take drugs, buy clothes, have a TV, have Sky, have any of the things I'm supposed to being a 'chaotic' person.
Money, disability, benefits, homelessness all create a perfect storm of shit, which can lead from one shit situation to another. The fact you manage to get out of the house in the morning makes no difference to another person's situation. Once we got out of our front door, through the communal area and down the street past all the sick that the crack smoker upstairs had chundered everywhere, no one felt like breakfast much anyhow.
And yes, we were running late on the way because the police had to wake us up to gain entry to the building to break up the endless punch ups from the upstairs flat meaning no one could go back to sleep for ages and felt like shit at 6.00am.
Pisses me off when people judge everyone else for doing their best with the solution being we could either put down our spliffs or get up 15 minutes earlier. Like fuck.