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So, I do placement at an agency that provides rent-geared to income, independent housing for consumer/survivors [folks who consume/have survived mental health services].

we were doing a lease signing with a new tenant & was "pretty well" on the mental health spectrum, she was the sweetest woman, and we got to the part where we needed to write down an an emergency contact and she said "well.. when i get a doctor you can write that down"
& we asked "well.. um, what about friends or family, or.."

& she said, really somberly and clearly,

"I don't have family or friends. The disability took care of that."

aaand i started crying. thankfully the tears didn't leave the area of my eye. I was just so upset and angry and heart broken.