u/MostFortune1093

I will likely never own my own home and it's been a long time since I lived somewhere that wasn't just a roof over my head.

All the same, I love daydreaming about owning the home of my dreams.

I'm curious to know what everyone's dream home would look like.

I don't want to go into too much detail but mine would include a beautiful view to fields of flowers and grazing livestock and the sea in the distance. Cherry and apple blossom in the garden. Mature trees and flowers too. Inside a fireplace, wooden floors, relaxing pastel colours and lots of natural light. A garden visited by birds, butterflies, foxes and deer. Nothing but birdsong, the rustle of the wind and the distant rumble of the sea to be heard.

I have lived in the UK for around 9 years and I feel like I'm experiencing some kind of strange burnout from all the anti disabled sentiment here.

My partner works but I don't, and I have always felt so anxious when people ask what I do for a living.

There is no good answer and I can immediately see their demeanour changing when I say I don't work.

I'm the worst kind of immigrant. The kind no one wants here. People automatically assume I claim benefits as well when I never have.

The worst part is that I have hated living here the whole time. My partner is British and I moved here to get away from family abuse, just before Brexit was finalised. We decided to stay because it just seemed like the safest, most sensible option at the time. My partner only speaks English and getting a work visa in the EU now would have been borderline impossible for her...and my country isn't that LGBTQ friendly ( we are a same sex couple).

But all throughout these 9 years we have been living in a social housing property that is truly hell on earth. Mould, leaks, horrific neighbours, weed and cigarette smell...all have made everyday life a misery.

I've developed MCAS and even pet allergies as a result of this and now I have to re-home the dog that I had even before moving here.

I have young onset osteoarthritis and now the pain relief that had helped me all these years isn't safe for me anymore due to MCAS. I'm 34 years old and waiting to die. I just feel so angry. And so stupid.

Before moving here, I knew the UK was LGBTQ friendly which was a big plus. I somehow thought that they would also be disabled friendly and I thought medicine would be more advanced here as well. But now every treatment that could help me isn't funded by the NHS and is absolutely, impossibly expensive.

We can't sue our housing association so we could get some help with the costs of these treatments either, since on paper, they have done nothing wrong.

Im not sure where this post is going. I suppose I was wondering how all of you UK based chronically ill/disabled people cope with it all.

I'm convinced that poor housing conditions actually heavily contribute to the high disability rates in the UK. But no one seems to actually acknowledge this, instead able bodied people insist that many of us are fakers and claim benefits fraudulently etc (and assume that every disabled person is on benefits).

Have any of you named a child or a pet after one of the characters? If so, which one?