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If you were looking to but somewhere to live in personally, you'd be absolutely batshit insane to buy somewhere with a tenant in situ with the presumption that you'd be able to serve them notice and get them out soon after, unless there is absolutely no alternative property available to buy.

We've already been told by both estate agents that she's selling regardless of whether she can sell it with us in it or not.

And that to an aspie means that we could be made homeless at any minute.

You have an iron clad legal guarantee of between two and three months of notice. It cannot happen "at any minute."

Well okay, but that isn't the case. At bare minimum you'll get your two months notice - the notice you're actually asking for here.

Surely that's just normal anxiety thinking like that? Everyone has those sorts of worries. If anything people with autism have a higher level of intelligence when it comes to understanding things.

Yeah if I could put it into logic I would be fine with it. But it's irrational fear, something that probably stems from the Bipolar or "Chronic anxiety disorder" I've been diagnosed with recently. Look up "Fight or flight". I'm trying to take the flight option but my landlady is making sure I'm stuck and that means I will fight.

I think I am going to have to go into hospital any way. I had another violent dream last night, smashing another glass on the bedside table. Thankfully no one was hurt this time (still got a lovely gash on my left hand) but yeah, I'm scared I'm going to lean the other way and do the unthinkable

I just phoned the psych they are getting a duty person to phone me back ASAP.

Righty ho. Never heard of that

Oh, absolutely get that it's anxiety and it must be horrible to deal with. But this is a thread asking for advice about forcing your landlord to give notice - and the best advice that can be offered is "don't". Do your best to ignore the fact that she's selling the place (very difficult, I know). The worst case is that she sells to someone who doesn't want tenants, in which case you get your two months notice and deal with it then.

Imagine yourself in downtown Memphis. It's 3:00am and the streets are dark and empty. You're walking alone and there are no others on the streets within view. Suddenly, a large man appears and starts rushing towards you with a gun. What happens to your anxiety level? It goes through the roof as your adrenaline begins to course through your veins. Your sensory system becomes heightened and you are more acutely aware of your environment. You hear every pin drop, you notice every movement in your periphery. Your heart races and your breathing becomes quick and more shallow as you abruptly make your fight or flight decision.


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I've got a feeling that's what has been happening in my dreams. I'm dreaming up scenarios like that but somehow they are making it to the physical movement side

Hopefully by the end of the day I will be in hospital. Means no communication though as you're not allowed anything with wires or draw strings in your jogging bottoms but at least I won't be able to hurt any one but me.

Also, you're not stuck - you can give her notice and move out. Now obviously, that doesn't fit with what you want, to be made homeless in order to seek sheltered housing, totally understood. But it's not fair to put that on her.

If we do that we get nothing. Same way as if you take a job with the job center to get you off the dole and you hate it you have to do it for six months, and even then they will screw you for leaving.

It's not a very nice government.

In my mind dude I'm stuck, waiting for the inevitable. So every minute of every day I am living through the stress of moving house. It's not rational and it's not normal but if it were I would not be me and we wouldn't be having this conversation. It's part and parcel of mental illness, it's what makes us mentally ill.

I don't want to privately rent again exactly for these reasons, so I would rather be homeless and get a stable place to live rather than go through this again. Also let's not forget that privately renting and moving house costs £1500 or more, every time you do it.

Why don't you use a plastic bottle for a drink, I do. After i went through a stage of knocking it over in my sleep

Update on the situ. The long and short of it is housing can do nothing to help us. The Tories have removed any help for the disabled and we are now in the same boat as everybody else. This means that we get no priority over any one else. So basically we are stuck where we are, at least until we are made homeless. Even then we still don't get any help for being disabled, blah blah blah.

My landlady finally called back and spoke to Nicola (Mrs JC). She said that she would be willing to serve us a section whatever it is and let us stay until the eviction date (you need to follow through and do it the full peg so that is pretty kind of her seeing as it would cost her money to do it through the courts) but warned us that she did this for a lady in Brighton once who used to smear shit up the walls and it took months and was terribly stressful for the woman who bounced in and out of the local nuthouse before it was all over. I'm glad that she called though. Nicola and I have decided that the least stressful option for now seems to be just to stay put and see what happens, as hard as that is for us to do.

I went to my psych the other day. He didn't seem very bothered at all that I was now hurting myself he just did what he always does, gave me more sedatives. So I guess once I start taking those it'll be back to getting up at 10am after four hours sleep, going back to sleep before 12pm and then sleeping all day before getting up at 11pm and repeat to fade.

OK this like the above probably doesn't belong in this thread but I'm tired so I will post it here. As hard as I have tried to stop the DWP taking those forms that my social worker filled out they are ignoring my pleas. I have tried to explain to them that it was early in the morning (so I would have been off my face on sedatives anti psychotics etc) and that she had only known me one day so probably answered some questions without asking on face value) but they have ignored all of it. I have an interview with ATOS in about 10 days.

So yeah, my misery is just being compounded even more.

I don't feel any more suicidal than I did. I would say it's about the same. During the day I feel the urge to knock myself off but like my moods it comes and goes.

So I'm just trying to rest atm because it makes me so tired

I love you guys though, and I hope I can get through this all soon and go back to just annoying the shit out of you all day with my misunderstandings and completely broken context.

According to everything you've told us up until now, you are on a month-to-month contract and your landlady doesn't need to serve you a Section 8 notice or go to court to obtain a formal eviction. She can just give you a Section 21 notice, which is a simple letter she writes, that your contract is going to expire no less than two months after the letter is dated. This costs her nothing.

I hope you can get out of this situation smoothly, JC.

Thanks dude

I had an epiphany the other day. Basically I mentioned that housing were going to try and home us in secure housing or whatever it's called now. Problem is it's not housing that does that

So basically I have wasted weeks filling out forms and so on for nothing. All in vain. It's Social Security that does it and it's done by a psychiatrist

It was so long ago that I applied that I had forgotten that my old psychiatrist set it all up FFS. Mind you tbh I have to say that since he left (he retired, went on to study Christian Science or something) I've been a right mess. It was like losing my father

This is probably why when I was at my psych last week he said "If you need any help with housing let me know". FFS X10. So I have booked a call back from him and hopefully he can get the ball rolling for me. I've been on a manic spell for about four days now. Thankfully I have £1.99 in my bank account so I can't go on a spending spree (no overdraft at my instruction) so I have just been modding my PC and making parts for it, 16 hours a day. It's been a long time since I've been manic so I'm feeling pretty good right now. I'm coming off the Citalopram as I really think they are actually making me worse, not better. Got some new meds to take at night to knock me out (because a cocktail of Zopliclone and Quetiapine ain't working) so hopefully that will allow me to get more than 3 hours of sleep.

I've also phoned back the social worker. Not sure she will return the call after the message I left her but hopefully I can patch things up with her and get her to come to ATOS with me to explain the mix up. I was saying last night to Mrs JC that it's not really the outcome that bothers me. Money just makes me stress out thinking of what I can waste it on, then that shitty feeling of regret when it's all gone. It's just more the fact that the forms are incorrect and not me. That is what is really eating at me it's definitely due to autism. I absolutely hate it when things are wrong. They're supposed to paint a picture of me but it may aswell be some one else.

*social services not Social Security FFS still thinking I'm in the USA.