Thanks all for the support and good thoughts.
Social Services is already involved, and their constant misinformation, disinformation, and misleading representations of the "rules" is what got us in this mess.
I am operating within the guidelines that there is no help to be expected from any organizations in this State, and trying to get the hell out of here. The "official" 'Rental Voucher" where we live now expires at the end of January. The problem is my disabled vet son, 55, and I, 78, share a housing voucher and my health and his health has reached the point where we need to live separately. They will not divide the voucher. One of us has to go and pay full rent, or live in the vehicle,etc., in order for other to own the voucher. My son is more vulnerable to losing everything if he loses the voucher. He has longer to live (statistically) than I, and will need housing longer. My son takes medication and cannot drive or get a driver's license. The rent is going to be figured using both our incomes. Since mine is more than his, this increases his rent. My son had found a place to move but Housing refused to inspect or approve his taking of the voucher unless I moved out of this house, with or without my possessions. They were very hard-nosed about it. Still are. The coordinator originally told us it was a simple matter of signing the voucher over to him and I could re-negotiate a lease with the landlord (the same one I've had for thirteen years.). We acted accordingly and did not prepare to move myself and the live in aide, etc. Then the day before the property became available for my son to move in to, the coordinator's supervisor called and told me that I had to get out, immediately, before they would transfer the voucher to my son, or even go see if the mobile home he was to move in to would meet their approval. We, the live in aide and I, had been preparing things for him to take with him in his move and finding help for him to move. Finding out at that late date that we had to move first came as a complete shock and impossibility. My son went into very bad depression, and frankly, so did I and the live in aide. It was a dangerous time.
I know this is totally confusing and impossible for anyone to comprehend, as it is to myself and son. Please, do not trouble your minds with these incomprehensible conditions. There is nothing anyone can do other than hope there's a break at the right time, and also hope that my son and I can recognize when is the right time and what it is we are to do at the right time.
It's a bitter and really remarkable joke all things considered. As long as we remain paralyzed under their ridiculous rules and control, we are all Bambi's caught in the headlights. Duuuuuh, wha' th' fa...?
What will be, will be.
Thanks again. I've had to retype words about fifty times already.
(One of the errors just occurred and it is so appropriate, I should have let it stand. Instead of typing "retype", I typed "retrype," coining a new and very appropriate word. lol.)
Not to worry. Thanks for concern. Have a Happy Holiday season if you believe in such things, stay warm, be well, and hang in there.
jd
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