Though I update "how we are" often, we receive help through those we "know" directly.
This is not enough because we don't know rich people with change to throw away on the homless. This is a plea to PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW. I have asked that our plight be publicized - call a newspaper or a TV station. Not a peep.
I CAN TYPE BUT I BREAK DOWN WHEN SPEAKING. I SOUND LIKE A F'D UP DRUG ADDICT THAT SHOULD BE 5150'D - AND I HAVE! I had a rare stroke in 2016 resulting in a TBI. My professional life is over as a Finance Professional. I can't do 3rd-grade math anymore.
And I have been HOMELESS for over a year. I WILL DIE! Living and sleeping in a car - it will be my coffin, especially with the unusually cold here in Northern California.
I have contacted every source I have found housing. I have filled out 1000's of forms. I probably have been instrumental in killing several trees due to every agency having us complete THEIR form.
My car has bald front tires, questionable rear brakes, no oil change in 8 months, front end wheel alignment is needed due to uneven wear, driver's seatback is broken and the passenger seat is giving us trouble, the front seat leather has broken down and the seats are done in general. In other words, my Dad's 1998 Oldsmobile Cutlass has given its life for me. 190,000 miles now due to it just sitting in my adopted mother's keeping it as a shrine for 11 years after Dad died and I took it over in 2012. She's with him now anyway. Cutty had 63,000 miles when I took it over in October 2012. She's been a good car.
My life has SUCKED since 11/29/2016 due to Contra Costa Health Plan and their complete incompetence. But, as a single woman with no family and NO ONE TO ADVOCATE FOR ME they have gotten away with it. But enough of my congnitive function had returned to me for me to leave Contra Costa and move to Alameda County where their medical professionals strive to keep my alive and have helped to diagnose my other issues.
And I have Will now. And Andy. Will is 3 years older than me, has severe back issues and prostate cancer. His brother has him "removed" from the house that he lived in taking care of their mother for over 10 years. Filed an Illegal Detainer, as if Will was a renter, and had the County Sheriff's remove him from the house he had lived in - for the 2nd time (childhood) - for 15 years. And Gary stole Will's executorship of their mother's estate, after hiding for 4+ years since his daughter was suing for emancipation from her abusive parents. Will's been homeless for 3 years. Andy is his little dog that his Mom (and best friend) sent to him 7 years ago.
We have both been through too much and at 54 and 57, we have done nothing to deserve this life. We were our mother's caregivers's the last years' of their lives. Will had a wonderful caring and loving relationship with his Mom. I, on the other hand, lived with a witch who accused me of everything! And she was my adopted mother. Both mothers had Alzheimer's. Dorothy ended up dying from pancreatic cancer. Gunn, her narcissism and sociopathy and failure of her "regular" doctors in diagnosing her, caused my life irreparable damage as she caused my Vascular Lacunar Infarcts after throwing away my "junk" medicine, my general high blood pressure that caused my retinopathy, and generally refusing to accept that I had diabetes, as no one in her family had that! And she refused to "admit" that I was adopted until 6 months before she died. But then again, she never recognized my father's son for the entirety of their marriage. She was the homewrecker in that one. No one can convince me differently - except my brother. And I didn't know he even existed until 6 weeks prior to my stroke!
Yes, life in general has been fairly awful the last few years, to put it politely. I want to swear like a Longshoreman (or dock rat as they called their kids when Dad was one), but I won't. I do that routinely in my head anyway. When I get upset or feel cornered or in danger or very uncomfortable, I cry which turns into uncontrollable wailing which I can' stop which is WHY I have been 5150 twice. I have PTSD and am scared of Police Officers now, especially since the last time when I couldn't "say" I didn't want to kill myself slowly and coherently enough for them over a Facebook Post for THIS cause. Yes, Facebook gave the Police my Laptop location at 11:45 pm on a Saturday Night due to a segment of a sentence in the 2nd to last paragraph on a longggg post that also said - clearly and unabashedly - I want to live. And off I went to the Psych ER (John George - San Leandro Calif) in an ambulance strapped onto a gurney - without my glasses, keys, or cell phone. I was in John George for 14 hours, mostly waiting for an evaluation. At least that was better than what had happened 6 weeks before in Contra Costa. I was accused of hitting a Nurse Practitioner. The Nurse Practitioner and her Psychologist friend lied because I wanted a referral to a neurologist DUE TO MY STROKE AND I HADN'T SEEN ONE FOR AN EXPLANATION 14 MONTHS POST-STROKE. Contra Costa's Regional Medical Center and Psych ER released me after 2 hours and told me that the Psychologist had called me grandiose and delusional. And I was manhandled by the police and security, strapped and handcuffed to a gurney, drug tested and had to disrobe in front of nurses to make sure I wasn't carrying.
Again - I HAD A STROKE AND THEY FAILED TO DIAGNOSE ME WITH ANY OF MY DISABILITIES.
They made up plenty - all requiring a psychiatrist. Stomach issues - eating disorder - see a Shrink (ulcers due to pernicious anemia, 3/19). Can't concentrate, feeling unstable, cognitive issues - depression - see a shrink (UCSF between 11/18 and 3/19, diagnosed a vascular lacunar stroke and a TBI and cognitive impairment, still receiving further diagnosis from specialists due to the rarity of the type impact to both hemispheres), have to pee all the time without warning - an annual PAP smear ordered - Nope, nothing wrong - see a Shrink (incontinence caused by overactive bladder, side effect of a Vascular Lacunar Stroke, medication prescribed and therapy ordered 12/19 - yes, December 5, 2019 - 3 years post-stroke. I have been incontinent wearing adult diapers for 3 years).
This isn't a scam. This is real. Check out my social media or my website. It's all under onetinysoapbox.
For the Love of God - help us. Begging Church's for Gas Cards is tiresome when there is a "conversation" with a pastor as to why we need one and having to answer so many questions, including "have you contacted so-and-so for housing". YES. WE HAVE. We are out of gas and have doctor's appointments or we have to move every night cross town to sleep in the Safe Parking Program, or we used our last cash on some hot tea because Food Stamps pays for nothing hot in California, or we bought some banana's because the mixed fruit we received with dinner last night was too much under-ripe melon and the bananas are a natural deterrent to the runs. But, of course, we'll come to church services, if I can wake up in time and Will can drive us to your church since we'll be across town as that is where the Safe Parking was Saturday night and hopefully I won't fall asleep during Service because I don't pray every day or seek His counsel ever without a preacher telling me how benevolent He is.
And I'm getting sick. The runny nose and sore throat variety. I will be worse than useless in the coming days. Again. If I survive in this cold. And I'll be a big burden to Will. God Bless Donna McKenzie! Without her, Will, Andy and I would have been in the car Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. We slept warm and flat and content for two nights! First time since early November, and that was thanks to Dave and Sheryl as they were moving out of state and had a spare room we could use for a bit. Or Lee or Suzy that paid for Motel night stays in previous months when tent camping at Regional campsites became too expensive (and I will not camp "in the creek". Ever. Those who enjoy setting up camp and get flooded out - no thanks).
We need a roof over heads and a kitchen and a bathroom and a bed. That's all I want. Basic human needs for 2 people in their 50's. Am I really asking for the impossible? In the Home of the Free and the Land of the Brave? We have Multi-Billionaires and too many homeless. Wage disparity is increasing, the top 1% are doing oh so well, while the poorest in the US are seeing no daylight through their darkness and their numbers are increasing. Trump rails against Pelosi and Newsome, pointing at San Francisco's Homeless Issues, and the shit in the streets - when his Housing and Urban Development Department and his HUD Secretary, Sleepy, has done exactly diddly and squat. Low Income Housing? Section 8? HUD designates the increase and needs for that. NOT PELOSI. NOT NEWSOME. As usual, a corrupt pig in hideously long red ties made in China - LEARN SOMETHING FOR ONCE!!! Stable Genius my keister. Sorry. If there are any Trump lovers out there - I can't take his mouth or Tweets anymore. He is just a bully.
If you want to send us something - we have a POBox.
Livermore CA 94551