Bloody Housing

Just had a phone call from our friendly local housing assistant. The medical priority change that means we should get a 3 bedroom place means they’re taking us off the descretionary list.

Basically because I’m disabled and my sob has special needs we can’t be rehoused in a hurry even to get away from abuse and harrasment.

The best he can do is to refer us to some committee that only meets once every 3 months. And he can only do that if there’s new police reports.

Why does this make me feel suicidal rather than murderous?

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