#tw: homelessness

[batwynn]

Love how people will go online and brag about not seeing other people as people with their entire, disgusting chest.

And then, of course, there’s the comments agreeing or doubling down on how the person was ‘doing too much’ etc. God fucking forbid someone asks for something with some specifics, never mind what dietary needs they might have. Never mind that cream and sugar offer actual calories vs black coffee.

[alolynn-heart]

// Hey y'all ...

So this isn't going to be easy for me to say. And I'm not really one to ask for help. But I'm currently in a very dire situation. I'll put the info here below a read more. Warning there is some negative stuff.

Update - I want to really thank those who donated from the bottom of my heart. Honestly. Every little bit helps. That being said I know my time is scarce here and given my situation. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure I can keep in contact. My IMs and Discord are open if anyone wants to get updates or just chat in general. Again thank you for your help. I love you all.

Link to Paypal for donations - https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/pumpkamun

Long story short and to give context, I have been living with my ex boyfriend and our daughter. More so living in parents house. About a year ago, I was cheated on and dumped because my ex of several years had an online affair. For a while we decided to live together so we can co-parent our daughter.

I am currently disabled with a chronic pain condition that effects my spine that forces me to move very slow and hinders my ability to work greatly. Right now I'm working with a lawyer to help with a claim.

Originally I was told by my ex's family I could wait until my disability claim was approved by spring of next year (2025) Mind you that going home to my own family is out of the question. They have been extremely abusive both verbally and physically and they are refusing to let me back.

The issue now?? I'm being told I need to move out within the next 30 days (by November 19th, 2024) And I'm currently on the verge of being homeless.

All I want is to find a way to have a roof over my head and survive so I can be there for my daughter. Because of the financial situation she will be living with her father. It's just me that the is being kicked out of the household. I have contacted a social worker regarding this case.

Anyways I'm going to to provide links to my paypal account for anyone that wants to donate and kind of help. Any little bit would be greatly appreciated. Optional - In exchange the best I can offer is to make character art, sprite art, or custom icon folders.

Link to Paypal for donations -

https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/pumpkamun

This being said...if anyone is willing to give a temporary place to stay. That would be of help to. But in the mean time, just any financial help would be appreciated.

Thank you for reading this

Lindsay (Pumpkamun/Lin)

[awkwardwhims]

Whimsy Legacy Expanded - Ali's Backstory

TRIGGER WARNING: Ali's backstory is a series of flashbacks which involve some triggering topics such as teen pregnancy, drug use, sexual abuse/acts, death, etc. Please don't read if you think these topics may be triggering to you. I tried my best to keep the scenes modest; but the scenes are obvious with what happens.

Transcript "I ended up on the streets, just trying to survive. Ended up getting into some trouble with drugs & soliciting myself…"

[case-study-on-love-comic]

CASE 6: Rich

[peppermintwhisp]

Stop portraying Jason’s parents as deadbeats. You’re perpetuating a harmful stereotype without even realizing it.

You don’t have to be a bad person to work for a criminal. You don’t have to be an abusive dad or a petty thug or an alcoholic. Good people, kind people can end up in prison.

You don’t have to be a neglectful mother to end up with a drug addiction. You didn’t choose your addiction over your kid if you die of an overdose.

Picture this. The Todd’s are a middle class, nuclear family living in the suburbs. Both parents are working and they are able to have a comfortable living and save for retirement. Then Catherine gets a cancer diagnosis. In 5 months, the cost of treatments completely destroyed their savings. Catherine loses her job and her health insurance. They have to sell their home and move to a smaller, cheaper apartment in Park Row. The costs of medicine is too high. They have to sell their car. Willis doesn’t have reliable transport to his job. He loses his job. They need money to put food on the table. The only work he can find that pays enough to support his family is working for Two-Face. They can’t afford to see the doctor anymore to get prescriptions for Catherine’s painkillers. The free clinic doctors refuse to give her opioids. She starts using street drugs. Throughout all this, they still try to protect their 9 year old son from the devastating turn their lives have taken. Catherine helps him study for his spelling tests and reads with him every night. She gives him her portion of dinner when his stomach won’t stop growling. Willis teaches Jason to swim on free swim days at the community pool and gives vague answers when Jason asks him what he did at work. They try to hide the bills and the credit card statements and the past due notices until after he falls asleep at night. One night Willis gets arrested. They can’t afford the apartment without his income and get evicted. Catherine and Jason stay at the shelters when they can. Then Catherine gets a dose laced with fentanyl and dies, leaving their 9 year old son to fend for himself on the streets.

Tldr: Being poor is not a moral failing. Just because Jason was homeless when Bruce found him doesn’t mean one or both his parents were shitty parents.

[cr0w-bones]

My sister is homeless.

As of August 29th, 2023, my sister has been evicted from her home and is living on the streets of Toronto. Her family ditched her. She fucked up, and her Mom and Dad took her fiance and daughter in and ditched her. They won't even talk to her. She's begged and pleaded for some sort of forgiveness or compromise, but they won't give her any. I'm in the US. She has no passport, so we can't bring her down here, as much as I want to.

Her name is Phoenix. She means the world to me. Her paypal is @ Homebrewing- it will come up under Shea Segarty. Its her dead name. 1 USD is 1.30 CAD.

Please, if you can't donate, reblog, and if you can, every little bit helps. Even if it's just 10 of our bucks, that's enough for at least a warm meal. Please.

[ahhscheisse]

This is going to sound real annoying and bitter, but I wish I had a massive following and was hot and had a personality people were drawn to or something so I could try and raise a few months rent for my family. I’m going insane. We got two weeks, man. Two weeks before homelessness. I hate my fucking life.

[blursims]

I’m Averie. I’m a senior at Copperdale High and well let’s just say I’m not like most of the other students here. I had a rough time growing up; my parents have always been... well to put it simply... shitty. I won’t get into all the juicy details, because let’s face it... there too much to know where to begin; but the past few months I’ve been working extra shifts at the cafe so I can stay at the local campground... not my first choice of a “home” but getting kicked out of your parent’s house the day you turn 18 doesn’t leave a girl with many options. 

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

update on my housing situation ~

With the end of summer swift approaching, I've been looking forward hopefully to moving in with a relative who lives about an hour away. I would've been able to transfer to a nearby Walmart, and my expenses for rent would be less than half of the cost of what I'm paying to stay at budget motels. Those plans are delayed indefinitely as, fortunately for her, she's had some relief for the osteoarthritis pain she suffers and has returned to work full-time. For now, she can manage her mortgage without needing additional income from renting to me (although she's unable to maintain her property, clean or even vacuum, which would've been my responsibilities). She also wants to keep her spare room available for her daughter, who's been having trouble meeting her rent for an apartment she shares with her boyfriend in the Bronx. As a result, I remain homeless...for now.

so I'm gonna have to ask for help again...

I've gotten through August better than usual; I'm glad to share that it's been over a month since I've needed to make a post like this. However, between my continued cut in hours (even as the service desk remains chronically understaffed) and a hike of about 20% in local room rates (I usually save about 15%/night by paying weekly), I'm in need of help. I'd like to try to raise $450 - &500 for the month of September, with my immediate need of $200 to manage next week's lodging. As ever, I know that I've been very blessed to receive the friendship and generosity of this community, and I send out my heartfelt gratitude for donations of any size, and to those who reblog this to help boost my plea. Thank you for any manner of help you can provide!

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[wormsdyke]

sometimes you’re having a conversation with someone you admire and trust and then they hit you with an atomic bomb in the absolutely vile way they talk about unhoused people, specifically those in a mental health crisis

[valtiels-darkness]

As someone who had been homeless at the age of 14 and off and on homeless. Including 2021/2022 homeless with a small child then living ina hotel room while hoping to the gods that the project housing opens up before being kicked out of the hotel (due to lack of funding) i can attest the fucked up hoops that one is forced to go through.

Now, the hotel program is completely through and there has been a huge influx in crime and overdoses in the area and its so sad because all this shit could be easily dealt with if we banned together.))

[minimuppet-sadhour]

oh my fucking god. im gonna be homeless ahhehah this is just great. "im looking for places under a thousand" AND YOU CHOSE TO MOVE TO CALIFORNIA FOR THAT??? HOW STUPID ARE YOU MOM. no place is going to be fucking under a thousand for rent. and you're too busy sitting on your ASS watching TV to actually do anything. GO GET A FUCKING JOB.

[toksidermy]

got almost everything moved over to the new apartment today except furniture and necessities. did some laundry at the new place (it's coin-op at the current apt and my neighbors laundry has been in the washer for 3 days), organized the kitchen a bit. it's really hard to be in the old apartment when I want so badly to be in the new one, the vibes are so much better and I'm excited to have a roommate again.

I also have a plan if this roommate deal doesn't work out or we turn out to hate each other - the same apartment complex has 1 bedrooms so I could just swap to that. realizing that helps my homelessness anxiety a lot! I've moved around so much over the years and usually because I was being asked to leave (sailors getting re-deployed, roommate getting married, owners moving back into the house, etc), I've got a lot of fears about my home suddenly being taken from me without warning, or very little warning.

so going into my 40s will be a new chapter. I'm in therapy, I'm California sober, my financial burdens are about to be lessened greatly. I really want to take advantage of this and upgrade myself for the better, make the next 40 years the best they can be.

here's hoping .

[slonkinjorts]

Screaming into the void ventpost below the cut

I'm absolutely at my fucking limit with everything right now. I am so depressed I can barely get up in the morning but I have to every day to be able to barely afford to live this life that seems to just endlessly be kicking me while I'm down. I have only eaten one meal a day for almost a month, I am OVER my limits on my credit cards and overdraft, I don't have money to fix my car even though I am actively a liability on the road, and I can barely afford gas in the first place but I need my car for work so I gotta find ways to keep it fueled up or I'm gonna literally starve! I have next to no possessions I can sell for money at this point except for the few guitars I own, which I *really* don't want to do since music is one of the only things I have that's keeping me sane. My partners can't find jobs, I can't find a new job, my hours are going to be cut soon and I am falling deeper and deeper into the pit of dispair of not being able to live. I can't afford my meds so when they run out I'm fucked. I can't afford my insurance so I don't know what I'm doing there. I dropped out of school because of my stress and because I couldn't afford it and I'm just. So. Exhausted. I have no backup plans. I cut my parents out of my life because they were causing more struggle than help, and I've had to ask family and friends to help me pay to stay alive pretty much constantly for the last year. I feel like a dead beat. I feel like I have nothing to live for anymore at this point. Why struggle with this bullshit if I keep falling further and further down every month.

I'm so tired.

[thewomanwholaughed]

There once was a person. That person was happily married, had a good job with a solid future foundation, a loving social circle, and not a care in the world. Save for the fact that this person had some very big doubts about their own gender identity. Over the years this person eventually managed to settle their thoughts and came to the conclusion that they were a woman. Two weeks of vacation were taken to get the ball rolling.

Coming out to her wife was the first step because she meant everything to her. But the wife scorned her and kicked her out of the house. So she instead turned to her family and large friend group. But they, too, scorned her and turned her away. For the time being, the woman decided to stay in a hotel while trying to live the life she had always wanted. But when the vacation ended, and she had to return to work, she was turned away by her manager, because this wasn’t the same person he had hired. And the woman, according to her manager, would not fit in with the team.

With no job and her funds slowly depleting, she decided to sell her car and the other belongings she had taken with her when she was kicked out of the house. But the homeless shelters wouldn’t take her in either. And those that did want to put her in with the men for ‘safety’ reasons. 

She was gradually starting to lose hope, but still tried to soldier on. She would be allowed to become her true self! But the health care system worked against her, there were so many waiting lists, so much insensitive behavior from the people that were supposed to help her, and the costs were becoming too much for her to cough up anymore.

There once was a woman. That woman went through a terrible divorce, had no job and no future prospects, no social circle, and every burden in the world… She found herself one stormy night in the alleys of Gotham. About to be descended upon by a group of thugs who had various twisted ideas of what to do with the lone woman. And when they told her to empty her pockets and strip, the woman broke out into laughter.

And the next morning, a group of thugs was found dead, sprawled around the alleyway. Their blood used to write a macabre message on the wall that read:

‘What a fucking joke.’

[zima74824]

We need more people like that young lady that gave this man some money to pay for his food and coffee I wouldn’t have hesitated to give him food and some money if he didn’t have money to pay for anything he was given if I saw a homeless man outside shivering from the cold weather I would not hesitate to give him a coat these people need to be shown respect no matter what they’ve been through and boom not talking about the type of homeless person that would spend the cash given to them for alcohol or drugs