I hope someone in Government or with authority reads this story because imagea hard working woman’s life could depend on it. Maybe many other lives too as our economic downturn results in homeowners facing crippling debt just to survive, to pay their everyday bills.

I can’t imagine how dreadful it must feel to lose your cherished home, your four walls and roof over your head. Your place of security. Your castle. Especially when it is a home you have lived in for 30 years and never defaulted on a payment.

With mortgage repossessions soaring by 48% in the last year due to the credit crunch, more homeowners are likely to find they could end up in the street. Latest figures revealed that 18,900 homes were repossessed in the UK up until June this year.  What happens to them, how do they survive and pick up the pieces? I have often wondered about this.

I shall highlight this by telling you the tragic story of a professional woman who is nudging close to retirement age. She always budgeted her  money carefully, but suddenly lost her home after she was made redundant from her job in the financial sector and could not keep up the repayments. There was only three years left to complete her final payments.

Noclue said she could not fight the bank, they wanted their money and threatened to almost double what she owed in charges and legal fees. So she not only lost her home, she then only received a third of its value.

This is the story of Noclue, who at the same time was diagnosed with a hearing disability and then retrained as a care assistant in Devon where she lives. However, she is unable to find work because of her disability. Because of her age, she is not entitled to many benefits which pensioners receive.

Because of her savings, she was not eligible for a council house, she doesn’t tick enough of the right boxes to qualify. It has been very difficult for her to find rented accommodation with her beloved dog. The savings are coming to an end.

She cannot afford winter heating bills and eats one meal a day. Her future looks bleak – and she sees death as the only option. I wonder how many other Noclues there are in this country living in poverty through similar experiences. It is something she would certainly never have imagined during the height of her profession when she worked with British and American banks, experiencing two armed robberies. She even chased one of the armed robbers down the street thinking his gun was a fake!

These are her very poignant words today, as she faces a homeless future:

And so, come February 2009 I will be homeless. With no address means no benefits at all so the rest of my life will be spent sleeping in a doorway or on a park bench and when I am profoundly deaf how can I sleep never knowing if anyone was walking by or creeping up in the darkness?

I am almost at retirement age…..I have nothing to show for a life of hard work. I don’t deserve it and neither does my faithful ten year old dog…..I will be forced to Rhome her (she won’t settle) or have her put to sleep. I have no family and friends all live far away and are busy with their own lives and although sympathetic to my problems simply don’t want to know…..so next year I’ll take three months of my daily medication and opt out. It’s not a coward’s way out – the one thing at present that the bloody government don’t own is My life. I gave so much, I worked so hard, I never asked to become disabled, and I can’t get help to help myself remain independent…..a wasted life…..a totally wasted life.

The horrible aspect is that I am not alone. Pensioners and the plight of pensioners hit the news and make for votes. They have more money a week than unemployed do. Not the unemployed dole scroungers but the unfortunate unemployed people. The pensioners can be rehoused and have heating allowance and free travel vouchers….the legitimate unemployed nearing retirement age receive less money, no help, no travel vouchers, no allowance for heating, no council accommodation, no retraining…..does anyone deserve to live like this?

What is she to do? She highlights a very real and tragic dilemma?

 Hat tip: Sally in Norfolk.