So I can’t work. And even if I did id still not have a place to live. I do not understand paperwork or applications at all.
I’m 29 and still live with a parent of mine. I’m just realizing a lot lately just how inept I am at every single thing. It’s been clear to me lately that when they pass im gonna be on the streets. I thought maybe id commit a crime so I could at least be in jail instead.
bad, bad plan dude…prison is not where you have to spend the rest of your life to find stability. you can apply for food stamps, get a room mate, and share bills…you can do it try and win disability for yourself…if you’re sz, you are a shoe in if you have had hospitalizations.
well if it’s ssdi you could always get a part time job and keep your disabilty…easily said I know…but I can’t work…thank goodness I make enough…so sorry you make such a low amt. don’t have much advice sorry.
If you have nowhere to go and have a mental illness You can go to a group home. The place where I go for mental health services said if I needed to I could go to a group home regardless of my income. It’s common to worry about housing in your situation. If you have a case manager let them know your concerns.
Nobody is born knowing how to live independently. We all have to learn. You either just jump right in and get an apartment and learn as you go along or you get someone to help you or teach you how to do it. Where I come from there are classes and programs to help you learn life skills. If you’re going to apply for benefits, then the social security workers will answer any questions you have about it.
I was homeless last summer for a month. It was the absolute lowest I’ve ever been. I had psychosis so I didn’t do anything about losing my rent apartment so I ended up on the streets. I was lucky that it was summer so I lived in a tent. Now I have adequate support so I wont end up homeless again.
Thanks zway, I had an idea of group homes, something I heard about before. Anyways, makes me feel better knowing there is options if I havent figured it out by then.
Jail or Prison is no place for us ,everything is bad there - Look for social services in your area and connect with an advocate - People will not know if you need help unless you ask for it - It’s a big step to ask for help so ask for help
I think it’s a natural fear to have. When I used to get worked up inside about it I felt so awful at times. After talking in a therapy setting and trying to brainstorm possible solutions like free food sources and shelters my anxiety was still there but the edge was taken way off. I suggest learning about ways to save an emergency fund just in case as well as searching for how to learn new skills or side hustles. I believe there will always be some form of help for you if you seek it out enough. Some people are beyond accepting help and that is heartbreaking really. You asked for help on here before anything actually happened and who knows if it even will but to me that means you have the ability to seek and accept help. Just my thoughts in general. I hope you’re able to find inner peace about it.
There’s a very good chance that by the time your parents pass there will be better treatments. Hopefully they’ll be good enough to get the majority of us over the hump in terms of self sufficiency. I’m currently in the same boat. Not really fit for much more then menial labor and not well enough to hold those jobs down. At least not right now.
Being on the street doesn’t have to be a dead end, depending on where you live there may be outreaches that provide food and other services but you kind of have to buck up and ask people where to get food or where to go for medical care or psych care that’s one that’s not obvious but those services are available but people aren’t going to come up to you about it you gotta be proactive if something’s for free you gotta step up and say “thank you please” it’s really about making it happen for yourself
Ok I 'm skipping a whole big part: fear. Man when I was first on the street I was scared as ■■■■. Just me, alone, in a city I didn’t know, no friends no family, just little ol me in the big bad city. So what did I do? I got a big fckin’ knife and a big bottle of vodka. Freezing my ss off, sitting on a bus stop. It took me days to work up the nerve to ask anybody where to get food. I think the first couple times were F you. Eventually I found out where to eat, and where to stay, but the fcking barracks they had, I’d rather sleep in the park, so that’s what I did. But let me tell you, first couple weeks, I was scared like a little kid. No sht.