I’ve been searching for housing with a BRAP Voucher since April. Nothing really happened until my Grandmama died, I had a case manager visit on the day of her wake, and my case manager sent me to Opportunity Alliance, a 24-hour crisis center
It was a Monday, and I spent 2 hours there, just spilling my guts. And afterwards, I felt able to go to my Pain Management Group Meeting, which was a few blocks away. I was about 10 minutes late, but it turned out I wasn’t the only one who had missed 3 weeks, no, nearly everyone had. It made me feel a bit better.
I tried to not talk when my turn came around. Everyone else I could see was mentioning vacations gone wrong and such. I warned them that it was heavy, they told me to go. So I told them it all. That I’d never been truly honest about my living conditions. What was going on. My housing situation, how I needed a new place, and fast, and had a BRAP voucher, but it wasn’t making a difference since most places required phone calls. Our doctor turned off the timer. I got it all out between questions. And at the end, S said, “You mean, if you had someone to make calls, you may have an apartment?”
And I said, “That’s probably true.”
“Then why don’t we meet up after to make plans? Stupid red tape,” said S.
During that last, glorious showing, my brake cross-coupling failed. I was able to make it back to the derelict on engine braking and half a brake system, but there’s no way I’m moving it again until it’s fixed. The brakes aren’t in good shape either, now that I’ve *looked* at them (I can’t *hear* them).
I’m almost out of meds but that really doesn’t matter because I can’t get anywhere. I have 3 days’ worth of food if I stretch in the house, I’ve asked for help on that on FB, but crickets. That apartment would have been perfect, it was smack in the middle of downtown, on a bus line. I need to get to the laundrymat (20 minutes there, I dry here). Sally has food for a few days.
Everyone is saying I’m doing everything *right*. That I bring a great presence to apartment viewings. But I can’t do that right now, and I’m scared of running out of food. Until I find out what options are available that I’ve listed, is anyone in the area willing to help me at least with food runs and the like? ETA: I’m in the Sacopee Valley, closer address available on DM. If you’ve read The Beans of Egypt, Maine, you’ve read about my town, no lie (I’ve talked to the author’s husband at the post office on a fairly regular basis, and pretty much all her work is based here).
Edited to add:
This was me posted late last night. Everything is true, but there was less filter. I didn’t seem to mention that I have contacted people, but this all happened on weekend time. So help could very well be on the way.
Emotionally, you guys have been great! :hugs:
Wednesday, Aug 14, 2019 · 6:46:47 AM +00:00
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LoreleiHI
Today, despite some issues with tow truck scheduling, I was able to get food, dog food (Blue Seal Active 26, 25lbs, $20), and the car finally delivered to mechanic late making me miss my drs appointment (which has been rescheduled).
I like my mechanic, better than his workers, sometimes. They tried to schedule a brake job. I had asked for a general check of the vehicle, just in case. :sigh: He found out it was me on the phone and gave me the rundown, and his honest opinion. It’s not just the brakes, it’s not worth fixing (if anyone wants the list, I’ll post it). And just the brake estimate was almost $1.5k. There’s nothing to be done but get the car out of their parking lot. Precious is dead.
I’m really not sure what to do now, so thanks, everyone.