#I will live up to my url so help me calypso.

[poison-into-positivity]

“oh we’re clowning so hard” “let me get the clown makeup out” “honk honk” brother I will lace up my clown shoes a hundred times before I become a pessimistic defeatist and that’s a promise.

[absolutely-a-vanilla-villain]

Hey ya’ll I have a great friend who is really down on their luck and needs help. I’m posting their youcaring link with their story under read more if you dont want to click the link.

https://www.youcaring.com/jennifercrenshawandtiffanygochnour-1081535?utm_campaign=buttonshare&utm_medium=url&utm_source=copy&utm_content=cf_cp_01

My name is Tiffany Gochnour, and right now my wife and I are faced with the possibility of losing our home.  I'm 29 years old, autistic, living with my wife Jennifer, who has to live with type 1 diabetes.  We live with our three cats--Jareth, Calypso, and our most recent addition Noah--and for the most part we manage to get through life okay.  However, since November, life has taken a bad turn, and we're struggling with the thought of losing everything.

The Backstory

Everything started with an attempt to pay it forward; a friend I'd known for years ended up homeless.  With the support of my loving wife, I extended an offer to let him move in with us, to get a job and find an apartment so that he can turn his life around.  Once he moved in with us, reality quickly set in--he was emotionally abusive, manipulative, threatened suicide and self-mutilated regularly to guilt us into keeping him around more than a year longer than he was supposed to stay.  He lied about my parents being supportive of him over us, and my parents were unaware of his behavior for months.  He abused over-the-counter medication and as such never paid his rent in full or on time, leaving us and my parents to foot the bill until all of us had depleted what savings we had.

When it was finally decided that he should be kicked out, he was told he had until the end of the year (6-8 weeks by that point) to find a new place to live--his response was to storm out, cut up his face with nail clippers, and then sit on the curb outside to guilt us into letting him back in before the police had been called by neighbors to take him to the hospital.  Even after being given his things, he persisted in trying to reach out to me and my family to guilt us into letting him back in, despite still owing hundreds of dollars in missed rent, as well as for important personal items he had broken.

Immediately after our ex-roommate left, another friend moved in to help us recover as well as to gain independence from his family after his divorce.  He helped my wife get to the hospital when she went into diabetic ketoacidosis, and he helped us pick up the pieces.  Less than half a month into his stay, he ended up moving to Arizona after being given an opportunity to be closer to his kids.  We were once again left struggling on our own, but with what little help my recovering family could provide, we managed to stabilize until Christmas, when illness set in.

What seemed like a cold I caught turned out to potentially be whooping cough.  This meant many trips to urgent care and the ER, including one for an allergic reaction to a sleep aid containing diphenhydramine.  My wife soon caught whatever I had, and illness pushed her back into DKA.  For the second time in less than two months, she had to be hospitalized for a week, but the care she received at this hospital put her life at risk.  She's finally home and doing better, but with our funds depleted and all other options exhausted, we're struggling to recover so we can keep our home, and we have nowhere to go if we lose it.

Our Plans

If any funds are raised, our intention is to put it towards paying rent first and foremost, with anything left over going towards paying off utility bills.  Our hope is that we can recover in the next month or two, especially if Jennifer is able to get a job once she has fully recovered from her hospital ordeal

We had hoped that things would be better by this point; we had plans for children and I was pursuing my degree in computer science, but these plans have sadly been waylaid.  Despite it all, we're holding out hope that things can get better.  We don't want to let the actions of one person ruin our willingness to help others.