Sounds as though you have had a hard enough life already so I really do hope you do not end up on the street at any point in you life. My childhood seems to have been very lucky in comparison but that is not to say it was problem free. My father moved out of London when I was less than two years old (my brother was five) as he could not afford to stay in London. He moved to a new town as companies were hiring at the time. With no savings he was lucky to get a council house. A few years later went down with TB or Tuberculosis and at that time it was a major killer but he survived but was out of work for eighteen months. There was no sick pay back then and very limited welfare. My parents had been saving for a deposit for a house but all that went in the first couple of months. We stayed in the house but only through the generosity of aunts and uncles and some support from his fellow workers. I remember there being no TV and Tuesday was wash day providing the man arrived with the washing machine which had been hired for the day, or not if money was tight. Having no car we walked everywhere until the early 1960s when my father purchased his first car. It was a 1934 box Austin that had poor headlights, or none at all if the the journey was more than 30 minutes and a single windscreen wiper that only worked 50% of the time so my father had to drive with one had on the little handle inside working the wiper. They never did realise their dream of owning their own home but I have two sisters and two brothers and none of them rent so maybe we are living their dream.