You’d think wouldn’t you.
However, when we lived in London and we had the absolute audacity to work in jobs that didn’t pay enough to live on (local authority and NHS), and so had to claim housing benefit as rents were so extortionate, the hoops we had to jump though were humiliating.
This was with estate agents as well as the landlords that were renting their houses though them.
The few estate agents that didn’t laugh us out the door with “no dss”, there were only ever one or two landlords that would even consider partial housing benefit, even though we were both working.
We we’re asked for all of the above proof, plus references from our employers, two personal references from professionals, and when they found out our son was in secondary school, the landlord wanted to see his last two school reports to make sure he wasn’t some awful delinquent who would trash his house with parties - which of course he probably would be with feckless parents who needed help from housing benefit!
We had to accept 6 weekly checks where the agents would come round and always be so faux shocked that we were looking after the place and tell us horror stories of other people on benefits.
The agent went though our bank statements. It had been my sons 13th birthday the week before and we had ordered a takeaway for him and his friend. “You know, if you didn’t waste money at pizza hut and cooked, you probably wouldn’t be in your situation!” said the agent and her and her colleagues all laughed.
It was humiliating. But we had no choice. Our wages weren’t enough to live on without top up housing benefit. No one would rent to us. It was an affluent area with an attitude from agents and landlords to match. If we had told that landlord to piss off, where would we have lived?
Our last landlord was selling, there was no safety net, the council weren’t going to help us. Everyone says “go on the housing list!” like you will be offered a place to live immediately. We were working, we weren’t a priority. We would have been at the back of a 15 year list.
We moved 150 miles across the country when dh work went fully remote and bought a house in a place we could afford. It’s not a great area, but I thank God everyday that I will never be at the mercy of another landlord or estate agent making me feel like a piece of shit for daring to need extra help because rents were so high.