u/Just-a-nerd2

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To avoid a long serries of unfortunate events, I'm just going to start with a breif timeline of how the last 6 years of my life has been:

2018: Met a guy, fell in love

Early 2020: Got married

2020: COVID hit, relationship strain

2022: Major death began in the family, MIL started slowly dying, more relationship strain, also I filed for disability for autism, ADHD and bipolar

2025: Got a backpay of 30K when my disability hearing went well, husband was increasingly abusive towards me, I started have a manic episode that lasted me an entire year. MIL passed, situation at home became dire.

I took the money and ran in the summer of 2025.

My mom took me in and for that summer I slept in a camper in her backyard. It was during a drought. I was suffering from a completely delusional psychotic break. Thought I was the antichrist for a second there, which is imo better than the typical manic episode where you think you're jesus.

Oh, and I had long COVID and coughed for 7 months straight.

Anyway, I stayed with my mom until early fall and I wandered into a neighbor's yard in a daze, and they called 911 and I ended up commited. I don't get disability for nothing.

I stayed at one hospital and was transfered to another, I ended up staying through thanksgiving up until new years. They were having trouble discharging me due to my mom's house not being the safest place.

Because it was around the holidays, the hospital was deeply understaffed. My manic episode ended in December, I was completely lucid by chrismas, and the hospital deserves its own post. That place sucked to be in.

Anyway, I had to take initiative to get out. I had my case manager bring me a stack of business cards for adult family homes in the area. I found one completely on my own.

The family home sucked. It sucked less than the hospital, considerably, but it had it's own set of problems. I could do a whole post on it alone as well.

But I was on a mission now.

Autistic problem solving powers GO.

The idea of me being in the family home was to get on medicaid so I qualified for the GOSH (the Governor's Opportunity for Supportive Housing) program. They would provide me with a qaulified caseworker who could help me get a housing voucher and an apartment. To qaulify for medicaid I had to have less than $2000 in my bank account.

The family home (which only gave me half a bedroom, a livingroom and a bathroom and banned me from walking outside if it was raining 😤) was charging me $5000 a month. Obnoxious. But whatever. I had to do something called a spend down to get below the level. I spent money on a wardrobe, a bed (which I sold back to the family home after leaving), and other nessacary things.

And while I was waiting, I prepared. I got all my documents in a binder. Reward letter for my SSDI, birth certificate, SSN, tax returns, bank statements, all gathered.

The second I got on medicaid, I got into GOSH.

The second I got into GOSH, I got the holy grail A HOUSING VOUCHER. Consistant money from the government payable to any landlord.

I was now move in ready for an apartment.

Then, I meet up with my GOSH caseworker and told him "listen, I heard about this thing called the MIST program (Motel Interim Stays For Transition) where I could stay in a motel or hotel for up to 6 months, or greater, and we could look for apartments in the area while I'm there. (The family home was a 2 hour drive from where I actually wanted to live)

He said noone in a family home that he knew had ever asked to go to MIST before. But he'd ask.

Normally MIST is an emergency measure, it only is used for people in crisis. At this point I'm not in crisis. I was walking in the backdoor.

So I sent in my application and I got accepted. Within 3 days.

The following Wednesday, I'm settling down in a hotel.

Yesterday, I just looked at my first apparent. Right now I'm waiting for the hotel breakfast to be made. After that I'm going to luch later with my grandparents.

I looked at the system as a problem to be solved and I navigated it the same way I would making a min maxed D&D character.

Family home->place to get organized->got on medicaid->got with GOSH->Get into MIST->Get to hotel->get apartment

All the dominoes fell perfectly!

Wish me luck on my new life!

To avoid a long serries of unfortunate events, I'm just going to start with a breif timeline of how the last 6 years of my life has been:

2018: Met a guy, fell in love

Early 2020: Got married

2020: COVID hit, relationship strain

2022: Major death began in the family, MIL started slowly dying, more relationship strain, also I filed for disability for autism, ADHD and bipolar

2025: Got a backpay of 30K when my disability hearing went well, husband was increasingly abusive towards me, I started have a manic episode that lasted me an entire year. MIL passed, situation at home became dire.

I took the money and ran in the summer of 2025.

My mom took me in and for that summer I slept in a camper in her backyard. It was during a drought. I was suffering from a completely delusional psychotic break. Thought I was the antichrist for a second there, which is imo better than the typical manic episode where you think you're jesus.

Oh, and I had long COVID and coughed for 7 months straight.

Anyway, I stayed with my mom until early fall and I wandered into a neighbor's yard in a daze, and they called 911 and I ended up commited. I don't get disability for nothing.

I stayed at one hospital and was transfered to another, I ended up staying through thanksgiving up until new years. They were having trouble discharging me due to my mom's house not being the safest place.

Because it was around the holidays, the hospital was deeply understaffed. My manic episode ended in December, I was completely lucid by chrismas, and the hospital deserves its own post. That place sucked to be in.

Anyway, I had to take initiative to get out. I had my case manager bring me a stack of business cards for adult family homes in the area. I found one completely on my own.

The family home sucked. It sucked less than the hospital, considerably, but it had it's own set of problems. I could do a whole post on it alone as well.

But I was on a mission now.

Autistic problem solving powers GO.

The idea of me being in the family home was to get on medicaid so I qualified for the GOSH (the Governor's Opportunity for Supportive Housing) program. They would provide me with a qaulified caseworker who could help me get a housing voucher and an apartment. To qaulify for medicaid I had to have less than $2000 in my bank account.

The family home (which only gave me half a bedroom, a livingroom and a bathroom and banned me from walking outside if it was raining 😤) was charging me $5000 a month. Obnoxious. But whatever. I had to do something called a spend down to get below the level. I spent money on a wardrobe, a bed (which I sold back to the family home after leaving), and other nessacary things.

And while I was waiting, I prepared. I got all my documents in a binder. Reward letter for my SSDI, birth certificate, SSN, tax returns, bank statements, all gathered.

The second I got on medicaid, I got into GOSH.

The second I got into GOSH, I got the holy grail A HOUSING VOUCHER. Consistant money from the government payable to any landlord.

I was now move in ready for an apartment.

Then, I meet up with my GOSH caseworker and told him "listen, I heard about this thing called the MIST program (Motel Interim Stays For Transition) where I could stay in a motel or hotel for up to 6 months, or greater, and we could look for apartments in the area while I'm there. (The family home was a 2 hour drive from where I actually wanted to live)

He said noone in a family home that he knew had ever asked to go to MIST before. But he'd ask.

Normally MIST is an emergency measure, it only is used for people in crisis. At this point I'm not in crisis. I was walking in the backdoor.

So I sent in my application and I got accepted. Within 3 days.

The following Wednesday, I'm settling down in a hotel.

Yesterday, I just looked at my first apparent. Right now I'm waiting for the hotel breakfast to be made. After that I'm going to luch later with my grandparents.

I looked at the system as a problem to be solved and I navigated it the same way I would making a min maxed D&D character.

Family home->place to get organized->got on medicaid->got with GOSH->Get into MIST->Get to hotel->get apartment

All the dominoes fell perfectly!

Wish me luck on my new life!

Even if you haven't heard it, there are people out there who insist that being a mother is the be all end all to being a woman.

Personally? I will only ever be a mother if I marry a parent who already has kids. I'm a tokophobe, meaning I have a primal utter fear of ever being pregnant. The idea is so icky to me. I don't want something living inside me. I don't want the pain of childbirth. I don't want complications that could result in my death or the baby's.

I wouldn't go so far as an abortion, but I have sworn off sleeping with men so I won't ever have a baby.

So hot take: some women fear pregnancy and it is completely wrong to pressure them into having a kid.

Back in the day, reddit posts were a lot better formatted I think. Nowadays more people use it and the reddit rule of 'break up your paragraphs' isn't followed nearly as much as it used to be.

All you have to do is break up your thoughts into readable chucks, preferably with thought to mobile users. Walls of text are overwhelming to the eye.

My cousin went in for a breast cancer check last weekend and said a protester ambushed her about not killing her baby. The man there gestured to her stomach.

She got offended because it was implied that she looked fat enough to be mistaken for pregnant.

"If you treat me like a baby I'm gonna act like a pissy teenager cuz fuck you!"

God NTs and their stupid rules.

He teased it and as someone with a lot of exmo friends I gotta know more.

It says to post this I must explain.

Look at TV static.

Imagine drinking it.

It tastes like sparking water.

Shits nasty.

I'm stuck in bed for at least a month and I need stuff to watch.

Edit: Seriously, I'd like to thank all of Britain. You guys rock!