Living with Neurodivergence

I was already planning my next move, I couldn’t stay there with people entering the property when I decided to go away for the day. I had thought about pushing something up against the door to block them as I could leave and get in by the back door but I was never sure whether I was going to stay away longer and someone from the simon sometimes did checks on the property now and again and I didn’t want them coming and not being able to get in. I carried on like before and kept going to the food thing at the church. One day I logged in to my universal credit account to find that my tax credits had been paid off. It was a huge relief and I was now getting about 165 pounds every 2 weeks but the cost of living was going up all the time. I knew I’d be okay for a while. I kept looking for work but there was nothing that I could do and still keep getting rent paid and it needed to be within walking distance or one bus ride away even. I went to something through the job centre as there was a 15 pound a week incentive but I only went once and didn’t go back. I didn’t think it was right but they still signed me off and I got the payment for going, so that helped a bit. I was still getting Ill sometimes and the pollution level definitely wasn’t helping. One day I had went for a lie down in bed as I sometimes did and when I got up to go downstairs I missed one of the steps and fell down about 3 or 4 steps onto my elbow and my side. I was relieved it wasn’t the whole staircase but I just sat there a while despairing. It was the last straw. I had to go back to bed a while as my breathing wasn’t quite normal but I didn’t really want to go to hospital. This was just one of several incidents that were the deciding factors of leaving again. I knew it would take me a while to find anything and I’d probably have to camp out somewhere for a while but I couldn’t keep on like this. Summer was coming up though and there was a music festival I wanted to go to which had a few different bands playing along the maritime mile. I went along one day and there was some female singers who were quite good. I sat and listened to them for a while and it was a nice day. I had to walk back up the road. The next day I was paying for it. My breathing was impaired and I wasn’t really able to move that much. It felt like my body wasn’t working. I’d never had anything as bad as that before and I was getting ready to call an ambulance. I just had to wait for it to pass which it eventually did. I went out to the park that night but didn’t get very far as I still felt Ill. I just laid low for a few days. I tried to eat as healthily as I could, making soups and stews etc. I moved into the smaller room at the back as there was a problem with my bed. I moved the tv up there too. It felt a bit safer at the back but I only had a camp bed. It would be okay for a few months until I summoned up the courage to leave. I also had to get someone in to look at the electrics as there was something causing them to trip when I took a shower and was sometimes left in the dark to get dressed. They also replaced a socket that had almost gone on fire because of the kettle. I just bought a new one from Amazon. In the last few months before I left I got another infection which I had to take a pessary for which made me bleed an abnormal amount. I avoided the hospital then too but I knew I was leaving soon. I just rested for a while, took a while to get my stuff together and at the end of September 2023 I left again for Ireland.