To be fair, this place did take me in when I had no safe place to be and nowhere else to turn. Further, they did pay for my car to be serviced, and for the headlight to be replaced. Finally, they helped me find a place to get clothing for two job interviews I had secured prior to coming to their shelter.
Fast forward to the 6th day I was there, incidentally the day I had two job interviews and had to drive a total of 7 hours to attend them (they did give me a gas card for that, which I deeply appreciated). When I went to check in that morning per program requirements, the advocate told me to call all these homeless shelters, which alarmed me, as I'd not even been there a week, and had no issues whatsoever. When I asked why I needed to call homeless shelters, she simply informed me the 30 days in their shelter "wasn't guaranteeed." This conversation took place as I was going out the door to do all this that day. Further, I was basically the only person in the entire place. Wasn't like they were short on space AT ALL.
Yet another employee of AWP called me regarding housing options (she offered none), and further suggested I look for homeless shelters. Again, I was alarmed and asked if I had done something or if there was some kind of problem. No, she said, this was all "just in case." My anxiety was skyrocketing.
I woke up next morning at 2 am, vomiting, feverish, and sick. I informed staff and asked if they could cancel a phone call I had scheduled with a staff member later that morning. When the phone call that I'd canceled was to take place, an advocate banged on my door, demanding I take the call. I told her I was sick and canceled. but she forced me to take it, and it was more of the same--telling me to call homeless shelters and not giving me a reason why. I was so scared I started to cry. Here comes the advocate again baging on my door. I stated I was having a panic attack (they were well aware I have CPTSD) and asked if I could please have some space. She refused, following me around the shelter as I was sobbing and trying to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. She literally would not leave me alone and kept asking if I needed an ambulance. Through sobs, I repeated I was having a panic attack and literally begged her to please give me some space. She then gave me an "aggression warning" and told me I needed to calm down. It was quite literally the most insane thing I can imagine a DV shelter advocate saying to anyone given the situation, and the fact that SHE, not me, was the one being aggressive, following me around, and refusing to honor the boundary I had very respectfully stated when I indicated I needed some space and stated I was having a panic attack. I left the shelter and went to the park since she wouldn't leave me alone.
I got a phone call from a very unfriendly woman who sat in one of the offices and ate all day who offered absolutely no solution (even though the scheduled call was again about housing options) and told me I needed to call homeless shelters. I finally asked what was going on that four different people in the last two days have told me to call homeless shelters. She stated that they "were not trying to get rid of (me)," told me not to worry, and said it was "just in case."
It was 4:30 pm when I walked back into the shelter, sick and hardly able to stand, dizzy and dehydrated, not to mention beyond anxious. I no sooner get back up to my room, when another desk dragon banged on my door, demanding I come down to the office.
I did, and she said that because I was "aggressive" on the phone call with staff, I had been exited from the shelter and had an hour to get my stuff out and get out. Excuse me but on what planet is asking why I'm repeatedly being told to "call homeless shelters" aggressive?
This entire place knew I had nowhere to go, no one to call, and not a dime to my name. They fabricated a reason to throw an extremely sick and battered woman into the street.
The icing on this crap cake? The humane society they referred me to to foster my cat, that they demanded I place him with? They lost my cat. Then, my best friend sent me a package from an organization called For The Girls, a DV advocacy place that replaces personal items lost when a woman leaves her batterer. It was delivered (confirmed via FedEx and the relevant tracking number) 3 weeks ago, and these horrid people keep telling me they never received it. There's photographic proof.
To summarize? Stay away from this place, and from the disgusting women who claim to care about abuse victims. I made the mistake of trusting them and ended up getting kicked horribly by them while I was still down. Interestingly, the man who nearly beat me to death enjoyed doing the exact same thing.
AWP, if you're reading this, I succeeded despite you. Thanks for kicking me while I was down.
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