Bertie Also, what I've taken from this programme is that they will help you if you've done everything within your power to help yourself.
Not necessarily. You also have to be priority need and so on.
The second time I was homeless (first time is a whole other post) the council decided I wasn't mentally ill enough to qualify for priority need. (And my worsening mental health due to the situation didn't count/was ignored by mental health services as it wasn't mental illness but obviously a reaction to circumstances...) Fortunately, just as I was bedding down for the night sleeping rough, a local homeless charity called me up and had managed to convince the council to let me into a hostel - but only for as long as they took to investigate whether I might be priority and make a final decision. This took about 6 weeks, duing which time I desperately sought rooms to rent (constrained by under 25 rate HB (now under 35) and reluctance of landlords to let to tenants on benefits). I actually secured a job in this time too, but one wankery landlord in particular wasn't happy about it because it was only part time. It wasnt the top-up benefits he objected to, but that I'd be at home during some days and "have friends over and things". Gosh - in my home! How dare I! 
Anyway, after 6 weeks council decided I wasn't priority. Social worker was outraged, as others in the hostel were basically holding out for a council house, whilst I was despertely searching for a room to rent yet not entitled to stay in the hostel. They knew I had nowhere to go (or did they think I was lying?) They were quite happy to chuck me out onto the streets because I wasn't "ill enough" despite having been signed off work for some time. They told me I was "lucky" to be given a week's notice.
The day before I had to leave the hostel I got a call about a room - the guy had been deciding between a few of us, and I'd got it.
I'd say I was lucky, but he then got together with a maniac who decided he couldn't be near other women so I was served notice and had to leave about 6 weeks after moving in (they'd only just got together when I moved in!), with the lovely experience of her physically dragging me from the house (no shoes on, November, raining) and chucking my belongings out the upstairs window because they expected me to leave first thing rather than the arranged time when friend with van was coming (or even the next day which was the official day I was meant to leave). I'd also lost my job when they found out I was potentially going to be homeless again, and somehow managed to get a new one... Oh and later that day in the new house my new landlady suddenly decided I was "too young" to live there (was 23) and must move out ASAP. Bonkers. Bearing in mind I was super tidy and agreed not to have friends over etc but she wouldn't budge! (Until next tenant she obviousl had lined up bailed and suddenly wanted me to stay...)
Oh and before the original homelessness I was living in a shared house I considered to be good - I considered my landlord a "good landlord", apart from his coke habit and sexual harassment. That is not a joke; having a room to rent in a cleanish, fairly well maintained house seemed so amazing that the rest seemed incidental
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Sorry have rambled a bit - just want to point out that I now have nightmares about this sort of thing. I strongly suspect that had I had a safe, stable home earlier, I'd be a lot less 'mental' now, as much is trauma based and stems from there being nowhere to turn in housing and mental health services. My cost to the state is terrifying, and rising. Housing has a much wider reaching effect than simply being a place to sleep.