VintageBetter
Senior Member
The Great Recession for me, 2008-2012. Some experts said it should have been called a Mini Depression. It was like a financial explosion
in my life and hoped-for career. Then I went looking for a new career, but really, by that time I was 50 and in California and if you are 50, female, and in California, there's only one place that really wants you and that's the sidewalks.
Here is your tent.
It did not help that simultaneously my mental health was severely comprised by a very bad Kaiser Permanente PCP. I was so mentally sick that it never even occurred to me, "Gee, maybe I need a better doctor?"
THEN, in addition to that, all sorts of crap was going on with the family members I was helping deal with their own problems, so that whole period, from 2007-08 to about 2015 was just a giant **** storm.
My own personal earthquakes, followed by a tornado, followed by a Cat5 hurricane, followed by temporary dementia. I am speaking metaphorically because I don't want to share all the personal details. In the midst of it all my mother died. That's no metaphor.
Financially, it wiped me out. And who cared? NO ONE. No one in local or Federal government, certainly not the banks, no one gave a flying fart. I will hate Wells F***** and Bank of Avarice and all the rest of the criminal banks for ever. So sorry to hold that grudge.
. Not very Christian of me. 

It has left me with a lot of PTSD and even when I had an opportunity to buy a condo in an area I didn't like, when they were very cheap, I could not summon the courage to do it. I kept thinking, "If I buy a home they will just take it away again." "They" meaning the state or federal government or the banks or any invisible group called "they" who have more money and power than me, and that's just about everyone.
That's what I have learned about America: if you have anything nice, everyone will try to take it from you and hardly anyone will try to help you keep it. That's what the Great Recession taught me.

Here is your tent.
It did not help that simultaneously my mental health was severely comprised by a very bad Kaiser Permanente PCP. I was so mentally sick that it never even occurred to me, "Gee, maybe I need a better doctor?"
THEN, in addition to that, all sorts of crap was going on with the family members I was helping deal with their own problems, so that whole period, from 2007-08 to about 2015 was just a giant **** storm.
My own personal earthquakes, followed by a tornado, followed by a Cat5 hurricane, followed by temporary dementia. I am speaking metaphorically because I don't want to share all the personal details. In the midst of it all my mother died. That's no metaphor.
Financially, it wiped me out. And who cared? NO ONE. No one in local or Federal government, certainly not the banks, no one gave a flying fart. I will hate Wells F***** and Bank of Avarice and all the rest of the criminal banks for ever. So sorry to hold that grudge.


It has left me with a lot of PTSD and even when I had an opportunity to buy a condo in an area I didn't like, when they were very cheap, I could not summon the courage to do it. I kept thinking, "If I buy a home they will just take it away again." "They" meaning the state or federal government or the banks or any invisible group called "they" who have more money and power than me, and that's just about everyone.
That's what I have learned about America: if you have anything nice, everyone will try to take it from you and hardly anyone will try to help you keep it. That's what the Great Recession taught me.
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