Early this morning my 11 year old daughter climbed into bed with me and said her tummy was sore. I gave her some medicine and settled her down and eventually she dozed off.
When she woke up she said her tummy still hurts. She doesn’t want to eat. She just feels ‘ill’. She had no temperature but I decided she should have the day off school as she seemed in pain.
An hour ago she came to me crying. I hugged her and asked her where it was sore, did she feel sick etc. What she said has made my heart ache. And made me crosser then I can ever remember being.
“….I don’t think I’m going to be sick mum. It hurts that’s all. My tummy hurts because I keep feeling so scared all the time. Scared about where we might live next.I just want to stay here….”
My 11 year old daughter has a stomach ache from the stress of this. She is having physical symptoms from this awful situation already. And the next few weeks aren’t going to be much help with that are they?
And why? Because the council didn’t want us as another name on the homeless list. Another statistic to make them look bad. We have known for months this day would come. Months back when my section 21 landed on my mat. They could have spent the last few months looking for temporary housing which wouldn’t involve a b&b. They could have given me priority status for the bidding process. But instead they repeatedly said ” go away and come back when you’re really desperate and then the only option we will have is b&b ”
They have made this situation so much more painful then it had to be. And my daughter is suffering. And my son will too when he’s lost his secure home. And me? I’m feeling like the worst mother in the world. My baby is hurting and I don’t know how to fix it.