“(We) determined after weighing all the facts, of which there are too many to name, that we have quite literally and thoroughly exhausted all of our options.
As such the following has been decided. (1) At the turn of the month (November) we will hold on to the last of our funds and (2) begin processing to the homeless shelter.”
“(My daughter) and I will go to the Women's Shelter. It is guesstimated that we may be there anywhere between a couple of weeks and a couple of months before we can be placed...kind of like rejected pound puppies, it seems. Though in this case it's a matter of suitable housing within the program, which roughly means Section 8, I think.
My son will (hopefully) be with his father (he has not asked yet). His options were either the Men's shelter (complete with who knows what or who) or his dad's house. We as a family decided that he needed to be somewhere safer than a men's shelter. He would have rather have stayed with his sister and I, but the shelters split adult males from adult females and their children. My daughter and I can take care of each other, but my son would be left on his own...which is unacceptable to us as a family. We may be a lot of things, but we never leave one another unnecessarily exposed.”
“I saw the Action Agency last week (end of September 2011). They gave me a point of contact for the eviction process and made some rather interesting observations. The big one being that they noticed I am exhausted. I'm about as wound up, and ready to shatter as I have ever been in my life. I am wholly against tears in any form coming out of my face, but I'm so fried that I burst into tears at the drop of a hat when I am struggling to get through talking....to anyone about THIS situation. I, who usually know what to do to fix any situation...have no idea how to fix this, because it seems I have been trying to avoid this kind of reality since ....since I was born. Currently, I'm thankful I don't own a gun because I would blow my brains out."
“I am angry because I couldn't get my daughter to University - she is so damned smart it's offensive to not be able to give her the boost she deserves so she can have what I was never allowed to have…support; encouragement; options.
I'm frustrated that my son, the musician - gifted even without formal training, self taught, getting into play at first chairs, being acknowledged for his skill and talent, never got a instrument that was in keeping with his skill and talent. And right now, he's so worried about how we are going to live that he can't focus on school, and worse...he can't even begin to hope for going to college.
I'm overwhelmed, because in the last bit....I can't even provide a meal without worrying about where it's coming from and I worry about how to make $168 last a month for 3 people, because that is all the food stamps we qualify for right now, until the paper work is adjusted...I hope. And I'm humiliated because we have to go to charity food banks with our welfare voucher that says we are broke, so they can give us day old bread, and cans of food.”
“You all gave us 10 months...it's more than anyone I am related to ever tried to do in my whole life. You gave us time, without asking for me to pay you back in blood, or to prostitute myself for it. You gave me the endorsement of knowing that I would do whatever it took to make it work. Even my mother would not give me that much credit, without demanding that I let her treat me like hell because she gave me money.
It's not your failure. It's the failure of the coward, the manipulator, the user, the narcissist, the greedy, the abusive. This was just that I'm tapped out, I need help and I have nowhere to go. This is the worst case scenario of kids that grow up in abusive homes, and then get slammed by an economy that collapses or a society built on indulgence and no accountability, from the smallest social structure of family to the largest parts of government.
It’s the worst case scenario of a truth that is undeniable; an economy that will not provide a fighting chance; a society that is greedy, selfish, top heavy and bloated, gorging on the impoverished.”