I was homeless growing up. My dad was disabled, lost his business and we ended up losing our home. I was 11 years old.
We were passed from pillar to post by local authorities before being put into emergency accommodation at a B&B with four of us in a single room. I had just started secondary school and my sister was coming to the end of primary school. It was very chaotic, I remember trying to do my homework on the bed because there wasn’t space for a table.
We moved in to temporary accommodation for a couple of years before being placed in a housing association flat. Because my dad was disabled, we were given a ground floor flat but it used to flood with raw sewage a few times a year and we had damp and mould.
After we were flooded four times in five weeks, Westminster environmental health found three inches of standing water under the floor, which was why we had the chronic damp. The housing association didn’t fix it. Instead, we were evicted.
Becoming homeless again was something I had been so fearful about. But I’d assumed if I worked hard, went to university and got a job it would not happen to me again. But it did. By then, I was working and my sister had graduated and got a job. Yet we were homeless in 2013 for 18 months, placed in a series of B&Bs and hotels (often with no laundry, no wifi, no fridge) for a couple of weeks at a time before being moved on. It is exhausting and expensive not having a permanent space, and so hard to focus on your job.
I set out to investigate the phenomenon of working people who are homeless because working is sold as the route out of homelessness. It should be a guarantee that you are not at risk of becoming homeless.