Greetings.I am a 58 year old male and the love of my life is a bit older than myself. We need help in the worst way. My lady was living under circumstances that were less than ideal in L.A. 4 months ago. She was there partially because we had separated due to some incredible stupidity on my part, and also because being with her mother who was terminally ill and needed someone there to help care for her was a good choice. We kept in touch , and as my life began to change without her near me, I realized how wrong I had been and set about the attempt to make amends with her. Her living situation in L.A. had become toxic for her, her mother had passed, and we began to talk about her coming back up here. She was experiencing problems with her legs and the resulting mobility issues.
I had previously posted ads for housing for myself in exchange for caregiving duties and had received an interesting response. I could help this person with keeping up their property, and in exchange I could live there in a small trailer. This sounded like the ideal situation for my lady and me and so she moved back here. At first the trailer gig seemed to work out but then my lady hurt her back pulling weeds for this person, and we had to take her to the emergency room on 4 different occasions within 3 weeks. Since this property owner was not in the least bit interested in her health, but only that his weeds were pulled, we left there and began living in the back of her Blazer.
This was a huge letdown for us both, because for one, it is illegal to be homeless in this state. She handled it as best she could, and it was working to some small degree, but then, as we had finally found what we thought was a safe place to park for a few nights, it all went south.
My lady was attacked and mauled by a viscous dog, and had to be taken to the E.R. by ambulance. Her truck, which had some problems anyway, decided that my chasing the ambulance from Guerneville to Santa Rosa, would not do, and the parking lot at Sutter hospital was as far as it made it. The security staff there made sure I felt like a criminal because I couldn't drive away and had to spend the night in the parking lot, and even went so far as to threaten to have me arrested.
Now our home along with our mobility, is gone. This has had a devastating effect on us. My lady wakes up crying every morning and I feel like the most worthless scum on the planet because I cannot provide for her. She cannot hear a dog bark without freaking out. She has nightmares and wakes up screaming or crying or both. We have no place to go, and we've discovered that any help that is available is not for couples. It seems as though if the system offers anything, it comes with many stipulations, one of which is that couples cannot be couples, and must be segregated by sex.
I have no income since SSI decided that my mom's inheritance to me somehow makes me less disabled and cut me off of the monthly allowance I had been receiving since 2003. As a result of that decision, I have had to sell anything I had bought with my inheritance, (which wasn't all that much ) become homeless because of no income, and had the remainder of my belongings ripped off, mostly by people pretending to be my friends and who only“wanted to help”.
My girlfriend is saying things I have never heard her say, negative things, and she has me worried. The state of our mental health is slippery at best. She has never been in this low of a position, and I can see her deteriorating before my very eyes. I am so depressed and helpless that I am not thinking too clearly either. This ad might be proof of this, but it is all I can think to do. I need help for her because she is the love of my life and I would gladly give my life to ensure her health and happiness, and my helplessness at being able to protect and provide for her properly is killing me.
And, no, we aren't drug addicts or alcoholics. I dislike the pharmaceutical industry so much that I don't even take the heart meds I'm supposed to. We are just an average older couple that have been kicked down so low, that we're afraid we might never see daylight again. At present, we have been given a few days to live in the bed of a pickup in the garage of a friend and are grateful for that. But that will soon go away too, and I'm not so sure my girl will make it on the streets. We are too old for that, so... We're not looking for a handout, just a hand. Any help offered will be greatly appreciated.