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long story short we talked to the social services guys who are supposed to help give us money and/or help us pay for an apartment. first we went to the emergency psychiatric ward, they gave us a referral to a psychologist at a health clinic. we talked to her, then she forwarded us to these other guys. these guys call/email us, then we get forwarded to another person in their department (who we haven't met yet, as of this journal entry).
the guys i talked to last told me that they can't give me any money because i'm a student, but that can't be right because student money isn't even so much that you have to note it on your taxes and anyway students can also live in abusive homes. they said, go to the unemployment office, but they have to set it up so that we get extra money like as soon as we sign up with them or something because we can't wait months and months before getting unemployment money, we can't afford buying bus tickets to go to the unemployment office every week to sit in on their required meetings or whatever it is.
so i hope that this next meeting actually gets something done. if not, we email the psychologist lady and she'll press them for us because SHE knows we need out of here ASAP anyway. my wife and her siblings even have stuff like PTSD from her dad's alcoholism, and even i'm getting more weird thoughts the longer i live here, and we still have to live with these guys?
i've been playing more of "the long dark", and translating more of it to chinook jargon. i love translating but right now i don't have the mental strength to deal with when i get stuck - whether on translations, arts and crafts, or general learning. the more i have to deal with my wife's parents the worse it gets, so i've been battling quitting the translation for a few days now. i'm tired of going years without finishing anything, years of barely even writing fic. i need to get back to being myself but i can't do it in this house.
the worst part is, there's so much potential in this house. i could potentially be sewing every day - we have three sewing machines. i could potentially have a garden and grow tons of food. instead, we're not allowed to clean, we can't touch anything, the dad's plants are stored on top of the sewing machine and there's no room to even deal with the fabric on the table or on the floor. all, ALL the plants in the garden are sick - the tons of berries have beetle eggs in them, the plums and apples are sick, you can't eat any of this shit. and it's all the parents' fault, and if it were my house it'd all be different. my whole childhood was picking wild berries and doing arts ad crafts. arg!!
the guys i talked to last told me that they can't give me any money because i'm a student, but that can't be right because student money isn't even so much that you have to note it on your taxes and anyway students can also live in abusive homes. they said, go to the unemployment office, but they have to set it up so that we get extra money like as soon as we sign up with them or something because we can't wait months and months before getting unemployment money, we can't afford buying bus tickets to go to the unemployment office every week to sit in on their required meetings or whatever it is.
so i hope that this next meeting actually gets something done. if not, we email the psychologist lady and she'll press them for us because SHE knows we need out of here ASAP anyway. my wife and her siblings even have stuff like PTSD from her dad's alcoholism, and even i'm getting more weird thoughts the longer i live here, and we still have to live with these guys?
i've been playing more of "the long dark", and translating more of it to chinook jargon. i love translating but right now i don't have the mental strength to deal with when i get stuck - whether on translations, arts and crafts, or general learning. the more i have to deal with my wife's parents the worse it gets, so i've been battling quitting the translation for a few days now. i'm tired of going years without finishing anything, years of barely even writing fic. i need to get back to being myself but i can't do it in this house.
the worst part is, there's so much potential in this house. i could potentially be sewing every day - we have three sewing machines. i could potentially have a garden and grow tons of food. instead, we're not allowed to clean, we can't touch anything, the dad's plants are stored on top of the sewing machine and there's no room to even deal with the fabric on the table or on the floor. all, ALL the plants in the garden are sick - the tons of berries have beetle eggs in them, the plums and apples are sick, you can't eat any of this shit. and it's all the parents' fault, and if it were my house it'd all be different. my whole childhood was picking wild berries and doing arts ad crafts. arg!!