I was forced to turn a corner from a house in a nice street with lovely neighbours. Landlord tried selling the house with me still there, when it didn't sell for the money he wanted he tried putting the rent up from £850 to over a £1000. I found a smaller place round a couple of corners, put my eldest son in assisted living and stopped being his carer, snap decisions because I had no other choice. I was lucky to find somewhere else.
A landlord somewhere is making a killing out of the government, £1400 per month for one tiny bedroom in a shared house and two hours of a carer being with him daily, for which he also has to contribute nigh on £600 a month for. You can bet the carers are being paid minimum wage and the rota never allows for them to be there when my son actually needs help. Care in the community?? Utter bollocks and money making scheme for someone.
Meanwhile my smaller flat, has no double glazing, is badly soundproofed all round, I can hear the people in the shop beneath me along with their background music. Bus stop right outside, when the bus pulls up I have to pause the telly, the buses are so old and loud here you can't hear yourself think let alone the televison or radio.
Weekends are hell, fights, shouting, vomiting, all can be heard, I have to go to bed with a laptop and watch telly to drown out the noise whilst also wearing snoozeband headphones. Nightclub closes at 3am by 4am its a bit quieter out there and you might get some sleep.
3 , 4 and 6am wake ups with deliveries happening outside, vans, artic lorries, crashing and banging, pallet trucks being pulled long distances. 6am wake up call monday to friday with some bloke at the bus stop arriving there who then proceeds to cough his guts up.
8.30pm on a Friday night not long ago witnessed a violent attack outside my window, as did my 12 year old son. Last night at 1 am was disturbed by someone shouting, got up to witness a woman, drugged maybe drunk, cuddling a dog then pushing him away and telling him to f off, then minutes later calling him to cuddle him again. The majority of my phone time now is spent dialling the emergency services. A mentally ill neighbour using me as their counsellor two or three times a week.
My home is barely habitable, we have had no hot water since I moved in as the water heater keeps breaking, just the shower and boiling the kettle to do the dishes. I am embarrassed to have people round. I have no working buzzer so I miss post and parcels constantly, the few people that do call on me have to ring me so I can let them in. The cover on the shower fell off the first time I showered, electric sockets had bare wires, my front door was held together with bolts for weeks when I first moved in, where some one had kicked it in. I should be grateful that the heating that was older than me got replaced this year, newer night storage heaters that still actually cost a fortune to run! But, I have solar panels, five, on an east facing roof, I should apparently be eternally grateful. Shame I have old, broken single glazed windows where you can see outside through the holes in the frames. The bare minimum is done here to stay just above legal, its so depressing. Always an excuse, can't book the electrician in, he's always busy, planning won't let us sort the windows, or just a complete ignore of phonecalls, emails and text messages, then apologies weeks later that they 'forgot'.
As I type this someone is singing loudly, drunk, drugged, who knows, the noise out there in the day never stops, it never stops at night too.
I was a full time carer for my son, now I am job hunting, job coach thinks my skills are amazing, no one wants to hire me though, no experience and I'm so worn down, low, suffering with PTSD, trying to deal with past trauma that I can't focus and job hunt properly. I'm running on less than 50% capacity for thinking straight. I was given 6 hours of counselling, for DV and SA, not even mentioned the SA, how can you, it takes two or three sessions to get to know your counsellor, no one is going to raise indepth issues in six sessions but its a charity and someone decided six sessions is your lot regardless.
It's broken out side my broken windows, the people out there are broken, society is broken, I am broken.
I can see no way out with this lot in charge, they seek to punish not assist. Anything has to be better than this lot, but I won't hold my breath.