No. 466616Anonymous 8th October 2024 Tuesday 6:44 pm466616Hot britfags down on their luck in your area wants to speak with you
Hello guys.
Veteran poster here, used to be a moderator on britchan, used to post several times a week, I made some memes that lost and several times was called an A* poster both here an on 42”chan, my other haunt.
However, life being as it is and my Neurodivergency being the burdensome cumbersome annihilating deficiency I sometimes see it as (other times it’s a superpower) I have messed up my life and ended up homeless on the streets of Bristol with a head full of schizoaffective disorder.
I write poetry for a living, some days it’s harder than others weather being a factor, some days I make great but not so much recently.
I remember the nuance and detail in the posts on this site and considered it my online home for a good few years in 2008-2012. I also remember a 402chsn post asking peoples age, in which almost everyone was a Us or UK male aged 22 (this was in 2012).
I’m thirty four now, one year of verifiable ‘youth’ left before I hit the steps towards middle age. And I am desperately in need of help.
Guys I don’t have much of a plan but I am a seriously gifted individual. Always been told I’m brilliant, just struggles to apply myself because of my neurotype.
I suppose what I’m asking is if someone can help a former man about town with a small amount of cash for a room for a few days, a new sleeping bag and some shoes and socks.
I was robbed of my benefits yesterday, or I wouldn’t ask. I’ve asked everyone I know for help. No friend or family left in my life can or will help me. So I’m grasping at straws, I know, but I really am that desperate.
I tried to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge last year and failed but it gave me a new lease of life. However they placed me on a section for eight months following, the fifth section in two years and I had a nervous breakdown. It’s all psychiatry - medications. They say you’ve lost capacity so no psychology is provided - talking therapies.
I’m as exhausted and exasperated as I’ve ever been and I’m willing and ready to be mocked and derided for this request, of a comedic anonymous image board. Please can someone help me? I need help.
The bank details I’m using are:
Clive Harrison
831705
18381597
For aulde lang syne? For old times sakes.
I know I’m as anon as you are to me now but I’ve been here for years. I have no further places to take this request. I’m not threatening suicide if I don’t get help or something. I’m not sure where to turn next, however.
Anyway if anyone wants any further information or has any questions, I’m willing to provide.
>I know I’m as anon as you are to me now
A lot of britchan people did meet and both sites you mention had IRC. Do you have a handle we might recognise? Can you name anyone who might vouch for you, from in person or an old server?
I'd help you out but I'm between jobs, shall we say, and could very well end up on the streets myself if I don't sort something out before long. Fuck knows how I'll ever get out of my overdraft even if I do.
I can't give you any money but I give you all of my positive energy and best wishes and welcome you here to talk shit any time.
Thank you very much for the kind words and positive enegiea, it goes a long way. My homelessness is actually a result of a spiritual awakening and I believe in karma, reincarnation, luck and energy work so these words actually matter to me. What you say matters. What you do, matters. Amen xo
Didn’t manage to make it indoors tonight but at least the weather has eased. I’m charging my phone in Cabot circus, a shopping centre, until I get moved on, trying to pull an all nighter til the morning when I can start the find generation and room seeking behaviour all over again.
If you can send the sleeping bag to a place called BOSH that would be excellent, thank you
If any other ladm8z are willing to send a pair of size ten shoes they are comfortable and might last me through the winter that would be massively welcome and appreciated. Kind regards to you all
Amazon tried and failed to deliver the sleeping bag, I assume it didn't work because it was 6pm on a Sunday. They'll try again but it doesn't say when.
>Hi, I had a sleeping bag delivered to your address for Clive Harrison, I think it arrived on October 17. I believe a mutual acquaintance also may have sent him a pair of shoes. We've not heard from him since and were hoping to find out if he received either or both, if you're able to tell us. Thank you
>Good afternoon, Both have been received & he is aware that the parcels are in the hub when he wants to pick them up. Kind regards Julie Dempster
Items received. Many thanks indeed! I was hospitalised with serious heart complications and I’ve now been discharged and I nearly forgot about this as I no longer had urgent need for shoes and a sleeping bag and my basic needs were being met and care for.
However since my discharge I’ve been now sleeping rough again as of late in an NCP car park and now that I have a sleeping bag I don’t have to go and sit in Costa cold to the bones and warm up for a bit each morning.
You are awesome people, seriously and it met my expectations of you to receive these charitable gifts. Seriously - all my thanks and love serendipitously expressed at each of you, aha.
So I’ll share some of my story later if you want to know some details. God bless!
Very glad to hear that you are well m8. May you continue to be in good health.
Are you in touch with any social services/the council etc about getting bennies and a roof over your head sorted? NCP sounds like pretty luxurious digs but come January and February I reckon you may still end up a bit nippy.
>>467265 S'probably less appropriate a topic to bring up, but do you notice or use symbols to communicate with fellow homeless and alternate types?
I've always wondered if such systems are publicly known in the UK.
Perhaps this could become a thread for homelessness in general? I don't think my upcoming post warrants a thread of its own.
I feel like such a bastard. An old friend, whom I have not seen in many years, is homeless as of today. I was going to let him sleep in my spare room, but in the end I backed out. Like a prick. But I have various excuses to hopefully rationalise this twattishness.
Firstly, I barely know the guy. He was a moderate friend about ten years ago, and I haven't seen him since. I have spoken to him a couple of times on Facebook since then, and that's how I know he is no longer with his wife, and his kids are presumably with her instead of him. He was on the skids two years ago when I last spoke to him. Three months ago, he posted on Facebook that he might end up homeless, and asked if anyone had any connections to help him. I didn't, and I don't think anyone else did either. The time has now come, and either he's tried to help himself and it hasn't worked, or he has been too depressed to try. Either way, if I let him move in with me, he'd be here long-term. I wouldn't be rid of him by the end of the week. Also, while I do have a spare bedroom, which I told a mutual friend last night that he could have if she was unable to find anywhere else for him, I have since noticed that my house is too bachelor-y for a long-term guest. I have a two-person settee in my living room, and a desk with a chair, and nowhere else to sit. The desk has a computer so you can't use it for anything else, and the other seat on my settee has books and remote controls and my wallet and keys and bills and general living-room litter on it. It wouldn't be feasible to share it for multiple months with a man in his late 40s or early 50s whose life has fallen apart.
Also, given that I haven't seen him since the mid-2010s, I don't know how bad things are now. He was a top guy when I knew him. He was certainly good enough to have plenty of other friends who know him better than I do, and it looks like none of them want to help him now. If things are going that badly for him, what would I be letting myself in for if I let him move in with me? My bathroom door doesn't even lock. And I know this is really bad, but my behaviour is entirely vindicating the controversial attitudes of our longstanding-issues posters here: I know a few wobbly women whose lives are on the brink, and I would let them move in with me, because if it all went south and I wanted them to go again, then I could theoretically physically pick them up and throw them outside and that would be that. This male friend is a big fat guy. If he's too depressed to move out when I get sick of him, I don't think I'd be able to reclaim my home from him. I could be biting off much more than I can chew if I let him move in. But I have zero evidence that this is any sort of danger.
I am confident that I am making the right decision in laying low and deciding that I cannot help him. But I can't shake the feeling that I'm effectively dumping an old friend onto the street because I don't want to lose the option of wanking in my living room whenever I want to.
Anyway, does anyone have any tips that I could pass on to the friend who's speaking to him? Apparently he's going to try Shelter tonight. Any advice that anyone here has might be useful now, and even if they aren't, they could come in handy for future posters who find themselves domestically challenged.
The situation may have changed in the few years since I was actively working with the homeless but there did seem to be support available for those who are mentally stable and not addicted to substances enough to try to get it. Being homeless can make you both of those things, which doesn't help, but there are various routes out if you can muster the consistency to fight for your place on them.
Yes, I am still here on this field and continuum and third/fourth/more-dimensional reality we know as 'Earth'.
I lost my phone; moreover, it was stolen while I slept in a tent I inherited. First winter homeless, I sleep in doorways due to not wanting people to know where I am consistently. My earner has dried up of late, January has been very hard, I'm planning on leaving Bristol soon after seven months now of homelessness, living on the streets. I'm really willing to share my story because I think it is culturally relative and I think I'm still energetic and altogether smart enough to communicate the sort of thing I feel I have a purpose to dissect, analyse, explain and promote solutions for, in wider society.
Ultimately I'd love to be at the forefront of a movement I'd call #MeThree, as in me myself and I, promoting ableism as I feel that ableism is the last domino to fall for us to have a truly equal society, in the west - remember I'm talking about equal rights and equity, not privilege for the perception of burden.
And I would do this by prosecuting the NHS on the basis that they've told me my psychiatric, medication oriented, 'you've lost capacity and are burdened for life' sort of treatment costs them £2000 a month just for medications, whereas psychological oriented, talking therapies would cost maybe £240 pcm - £60 per sesssion? once a week?
So I would argue that is medically negligent as I was not respected on an emotional level - the reasons I had for attempting suicide where not explored, when I was sectioned five times over two years - and I was relegated to a mentally bereft and deficient weirdo with a lack of capacity, no agency, no way to advocate for myself due to that perceived lack of capacity and that I was a risk to self and others.
Following that argument, I also would argue that I IDENTIFY as neurodivergent, not schizo-whatever, so they are medically slandering me and relegating me to a diagnostic category that creates and results in me a desperate sympathetic-less dysphoria. As Trans people felt when they were relegated to transvestites and called mentally insane, thirty years ago.
So it may take thirty years to build on these arguments, but this is my purpose in life, so I feel.
Anyway I'm writing this from the public PC in the job centre and I'm stinking and delerious so I'm going to write a brief explanation on how I ended up here when I next get to a computer which hopefully will be sometime in the coming week.
Remember, I'm a committed internet weirdo and was raised on computers like I'd imagine most of you are (by virtue of posting on here still, in 2025. losers.) So homelessness was an unlikely end result for someone who had my childhood and arguably my mental capacity. So I feel it's important to share with you guys, but also for the culture.
for some reason (almost certainly DWP network ailments and my extra sensorially over sensitive aspergically defunctive self inhibitions and such) this posted like more than five times, probs due to me clicking reply cos the page seemed to freeze.
Coincidentally I might try to extract further benefits from the DWP whilst I'm here at the job centre by claiming that a lifetime spent online (at age 34, I'm the first generation to really be a product of the internet, no) and accidentally on purpose being exposed to internet porn and BDSM categorisations in due course has robbed me of my ability to make concrete decisions based on hierarchical dominance categorisation, because everything just seems to me to be the onset and introduction to a cheap porn movie now. How can I respect a boss and assume responsibility for his directives and commands when it gives me a sexy?
I blame Judi Dench. for mostly no reason at all. but also first power woman that came to mind. second fault person is Theresa May.
Yeah solid argument for being signed off work forever, though, no? ahe.
>>468758 I read all of that and still don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
I could easily imagine myself becoming in such a state, however, given similar circumstances.
As little as it may mean, I hope you can get some decent rest soon. Surely there's a shelter, hostel or something you could be using?
