Just so that I can do my best to give a brief synopsis of my life since June not for a pity party only to show what a shining example of how our system does not function in a proper way..
Yes, I admit that around 18 months ago that I received medical cards and a food stamp benefit for my children and I while I was on unemployment. I also received two months of Temporary Cash Assistance to assist in covering household costs since my children and I were forced to move in less than 30 days. These two payments = $1154.00 for August and September. I did also receive help with part of my deposit about 1/3rd.
I was enrolled as a fulltime college student when all this went down and in a desire too try and finish by degree as quickly as I could, I took student loans to cover my families expenses until summer. Yes, my food stamps were drastically cut but we did retain our medical. Granted we are a pretty healthy bunch and I would guess that total we have been to the Doctor about 15 times for the three of us. No ER or inpatient stays etc.
So in knowing that school was getting out I started hunting for a full time job. I was already dropping from Full Time school to Part Time. Well on June 2,2014 I broke my leg on a piece of rock that had become loose in the driveway. At first I figured it was a sprain yet the next day called and made an apt for June 4th. I had an x-ray done and was told it looked broken and to stay off of it until another radiologist could read the results. I received a call from my Dr. on June 5th that it was indeed broken and to stay off of it completely until I saw and Orthopedic doctor.
So off I go as I am the only one to drive me, I also had six two weeks sessions of band camp to take Katie to, grocery shopping, laundry and all of the other duties a single mom has all alone. My kids as much as they could and have adjusted to make shift meals versus the way I used to cook, still crave the three course meals.
Needless to say the Ortho doc put me out for 6 weeks but had me come back in two weeks, I got a moonboot and a walker and spent most of my time watching repeats of shows on USA. 2 weeks later more x-rays told to go back down and rest. Ha (easier said then done. This time I was told to come back in 30 days the very beginning of August. I was then told I was still healing but still needed to be off of my feet.
At this point out of pure frustration, I started crying and saying you have to let me get a job. I was losing everything, my savings were gone, I was selling things on ebay to get by and even pawned a few items just for gas in the car. Talk about feeling like a low life I was at almost 44 having worked from 12-42 a total 30 years and now I was past the point of desperation.
So the doctor put me on light duty only, I went back to Social Services and applied for TCA started a new program to enhance job skills and started searching for low income housing. Well the section 8 housing list is 9 years long and when I turned by application in the stack of requests to be entered was over 2 feet tall. I specifically asked to meet with the head of housing over two weeks ago and even though not only myself, but Ms. Abell the head of social services as well at Senator Dyson's office have called her and she has never so much as returned 1 call too anyone of us. (oh, her name is Tamika Scriber)
I have been to the housing office, the Three Oaks Ofices, close to a dozen times in the past month, I got the housing booklet, the available rentals sheet etc. I have visited over dozens of properties and even though one of them has a huge "Now Renting Banner" over the office door their apparently no vacancies for 4-6 months. The housing dept runs two buildings but without the magically golden voucher ticket you are out of luck. Lexwoods has buckets full of application and the woman who ran Great Mills Ct. has dropped off the earth, Not only is she not coming back, she apparently will not even divulge to the others that are stepping in for her to know where anything is or provide even the computer password.
Where in the heck is the culpability in this? So everyday I am either one of three places, housing, social services or an Apt complex. The qualifications also very from place to place. I have two three rings binders filled with this three ring circus stuff. So then Social Services tell me two weeks into my job program that there is no way I can world as I can barely walk or climb stairs. They want to ortho doc to re-evaluate me.
This happened last Monday and my fracture is worse, not better, They want to do surgery in a month as well as graft a bone from my tibia unless a miracle happens and to top it all off even though I know will get TCA which I was told I would have by Friday and still have not seen. The only other way they can help me is through a Family Unification program that I may or may not qualify but if I qualify I MAY get a housing voucher in 4-8 months.
In order to qualify for FUP I have to give my kids up (NOT HAPPENING) and even if I do I would lose all my benefits, medical, TCA, Food Stamps. How is any of this fair to me? So I guarantee that many may abuse the system but I don't know how.
So even after getting screwed over by a craigslist scammer. Where I had to file a police report I also had the displeasure of having landlord not only come to my door, yell and scream and call me nothing but white trash to my face while he threatened to throw out and destroy all of my children's belongings Monday morning if I was not out.
Well I kindly told him to leave my property, that my lease ends on September 30th, Social Services did offer to pay him but he refused and this fool has $2300.00 in a security deposits. He told me he had a lawyer and knew a cop and I had no idea who I was messing with.
In return he has no idea who I know or who he is messing with. So once again I had to call the police yet this time to report him as well as have the officer explain the rules and regulations of evictions. So tomorrow should be a real fun day.
The point of all of this is that Social Services and housing do not work together. In order to get any help you have to become heartbroken or break the hearts of others. I can't even take my two kids and myself unless I leave the county and drag them away from their school and friends because my son at 14 is too old to stay with my daughter and I.
I even requested a meeting to speak in from of the housing board and was told my call would be returned and it never was. You can guarantee that I will be as close to the front as I can with my children and anyone brave enough to stand by my side and support my kids and their rights. Yes, their rights not mine, at the next meeting of the County Commissioners meeting.
Anyone interested in joining me please pm me.
Yes, I admit that around 18 months ago that I received medical cards and a food stamp benefit for my children and I while I was on unemployment. I also received two months of Temporary Cash Assistance to assist in covering household costs since my children and I were forced to move in less than 30 days. These two payments = $1154.00 for August and September. I did also receive help with part of my deposit about 1/3rd.
I was enrolled as a fulltime college student when all this went down and in a desire too try and finish by degree as quickly as I could, I took student loans to cover my families expenses until summer. Yes, my food stamps were drastically cut but we did retain our medical. Granted we are a pretty healthy bunch and I would guess that total we have been to the Doctor about 15 times for the three of us. No ER or inpatient stays etc.
So in knowing that school was getting out I started hunting for a full time job. I was already dropping from Full Time school to Part Time. Well on June 2,2014 I broke my leg on a piece of rock that had become loose in the driveway. At first I figured it was a sprain yet the next day called and made an apt for June 4th. I had an x-ray done and was told it looked broken and to stay off of it until another radiologist could read the results. I received a call from my Dr. on June 5th that it was indeed broken and to stay off of it completely until I saw and Orthopedic doctor.
So off I go as I am the only one to drive me, I also had six two weeks sessions of band camp to take Katie to, grocery shopping, laundry and all of the other duties a single mom has all alone. My kids as much as they could and have adjusted to make shift meals versus the way I used to cook, still crave the three course meals.
Needless to say the Ortho doc put me out for 6 weeks but had me come back in two weeks, I got a moonboot and a walker and spent most of my time watching repeats of shows on USA. 2 weeks later more x-rays told to go back down and rest. Ha (easier said then done. This time I was told to come back in 30 days the very beginning of August. I was then told I was still healing but still needed to be off of my feet.
At this point out of pure frustration, I started crying and saying you have to let me get a job. I was losing everything, my savings were gone, I was selling things on ebay to get by and even pawned a few items just for gas in the car. Talk about feeling like a low life I was at almost 44 having worked from 12-42 a total 30 years and now I was past the point of desperation.
So the doctor put me on light duty only, I went back to Social Services and applied for TCA started a new program to enhance job skills and started searching for low income housing. Well the section 8 housing list is 9 years long and when I turned by application in the stack of requests to be entered was over 2 feet tall. I specifically asked to meet with the head of housing over two weeks ago and even though not only myself, but Ms. Abell the head of social services as well at Senator Dyson's office have called her and she has never so much as returned 1 call too anyone of us. (oh, her name is Tamika Scriber)
I have been to the housing office, the Three Oaks Ofices, close to a dozen times in the past month, I got the housing booklet, the available rentals sheet etc. I have visited over dozens of properties and even though one of them has a huge "Now Renting Banner" over the office door their apparently no vacancies for 4-6 months. The housing dept runs two buildings but without the magically golden voucher ticket you are out of luck. Lexwoods has buckets full of application and the woman who ran Great Mills Ct. has dropped off the earth, Not only is she not coming back, she apparently will not even divulge to the others that are stepping in for her to know where anything is or provide even the computer password.
Where in the heck is the culpability in this? So everyday I am either one of three places, housing, social services or an Apt complex. The qualifications also very from place to place. I have two three rings binders filled with this three ring circus stuff. So then Social Services tell me two weeks into my job program that there is no way I can world as I can barely walk or climb stairs. They want to ortho doc to re-evaluate me.
This happened last Monday and my fracture is worse, not better, They want to do surgery in a month as well as graft a bone from my tibia unless a miracle happens and to top it all off even though I know will get TCA which I was told I would have by Friday and still have not seen. The only other way they can help me is through a Family Unification program that I may or may not qualify but if I qualify I MAY get a housing voucher in 4-8 months.
In order to qualify for FUP I have to give my kids up (NOT HAPPENING) and even if I do I would lose all my benefits, medical, TCA, Food Stamps. How is any of this fair to me? So I guarantee that many may abuse the system but I don't know how.
So even after getting screwed over by a craigslist scammer. Where I had to file a police report I also had the displeasure of having landlord not only come to my door, yell and scream and call me nothing but white trash to my face while he threatened to throw out and destroy all of my children's belongings Monday morning if I was not out.
Well I kindly told him to leave my property, that my lease ends on September 30th, Social Services did offer to pay him but he refused and this fool has $2300.00 in a security deposits. He told me he had a lawyer and knew a cop and I had no idea who I was messing with.
In return he has no idea who I know or who he is messing with. So once again I had to call the police yet this time to report him as well as have the officer explain the rules and regulations of evictions. So tomorrow should be a real fun day.
The point of all of this is that Social Services and housing do not work together. In order to get any help you have to become heartbroken or break the hearts of others. I can't even take my two kids and myself unless I leave the county and drag them away from their school and friends because my son at 14 is too old to stay with my daughter and I.
I even requested a meeting to speak in from of the housing board and was told my call would be returned and it never was. You can guarantee that I will be as close to the front as I can with my children and anyone brave enough to stand by my side and support my kids and their rights. Yes, their rights not mine, at the next meeting of the County Commissioners meeting.
Anyone interested in joining me please pm me.
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What is wrong with you? God forbid you ever need help one day. 
I know things seem bleak, but all works out. I have no doubt you will come out on top. Hang in there. And, you know this forum has many compassionate members, if you ever feel that you are in dire need of help. Good luck with it all, and keep us posted how it goes for you. 
